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Those sixty sturdy men brought here by Young Master Yi Gu were very fast and took care of their respective tasks very quickly.     

Ten of them had tools in their hands as they arrived under the statue of the Nameless Celestial God. They’re were planning to carry it off.     

At that point, four men threw a huge piece of cloth toward the statue, completely covering it!     

This was to prevent those in charge of taking it away from looking at it and being captivated by its infinite charm as a result.     

Then, there were six men with ropes in their hands. They were waiting for the statue to be dug out, ready to take it away.     

At last, a man with a ‘powered pallet jack’ also arrived at the entrance of the Daoist temple.     

The rest of the sturdy men blocked the entrance of the temple and dispersed the crowd using violent methods. They didn’t let anyone get close to the temple and chased out all those that were in the way!     

Preparations were complete.     

"Be careful not to look at the idol. Now, quick! You have ten minutes to dig it out!" Young Master Yi Gu loudly shouted.     

The four men that had thrown the cloth on the statue were in a daze. Even with Young Master Yi Gu’s warning, they had inadvertently looked at the statue while throwing the cloth. A single glance was enough to cause them to be captivated by the perfection of the Nameless Celestial God.     

At this moment, they were already thinking of stealing the statue of the Celestial God for themselves!     

Young Master Yi Gu came over and ruthlessly kicked those four that were in a daze, "You four, go out and help block the visitors!"     

The four sturdy men were still in a daze as they went out.     

The crowd outside was already in an uproar.     

"What are you bastards trying to do?!"     

"These robbers want to steal the statue of the Celestial God!"     

"You’re breaking the law, get out of here! Block them! We can’t let them steal the statue!"     

"Beat them to death!"     

The crowd was shouting with indignation. Some even picked up bricks and bottles and threw them toward those sturdy men.     

Those sturdy men weren’t gentlemen either. They grinned and started to ruthlessly beat the visitors.     

"Quick, call the police!" The visitors that had been beaten and thrown on the ground started to yell as they took out their mobile phones.     

Immediately, the visitors started to give numerous calls to the police.     

Everything was in complete chaos.     

Young Master Yi Gu shot a look outside and coldly snorted, "Don’t waste time with the crowd. Hurry up and dig out the statue!"     

Soon, those ten youngsters dug out True Monarch White, the idol version.     

Then, those six men on the other side used their ropes to bind the statue. Afterwards, it was lifted and positioned on the ‘powered pallet jack’.     

The power pallet jack’s engine roared as it sped up toward a transport vehicle located on the rear, carrying along the statue of the Celestial God.     

In the end, the visitors were unable to get through the defensive line created by those sturdy men. Therefore, they could only helplessly watch as the statue of the Celestial God was taken away. At this time, the entire area around the Nameless Temple was filled with all kinds of curses.     

***     

On another side.     

Song Shuhang had to go through a lot of hardships to drag Doudou out of the Internet cafe and bring him to the Nameless Temple.     

At this time, True Monarch White’s voice echoed from the small bamboo flute, "Fellow Daoist Shuhang, these people you sent were really efficient. They brought me out of the temple in such haste… however, we, who are on the path of practice, need to accumulate positive fortune. Sometimes our measures must not be too extreme. These visitors outside the temple are innocents. Fellow Daoist Shuhang, tell your subordinates to not be this violent. There is no need to injure them!"     

"What?" Song Shuhang was somewhat puzzled after hearing this. He was still on the road to the temple, where did those helpers even come from… "Senior True Monarch White, did you just say that someone brought you out of the Nameless Temple?"     

"Yes. Right now I’m on a strange thing that resembles a horse-drawn carriage. Wait... don’t tell me that these people aren’t the help you were talking about?" True Monarch White said.     

"I’m still on the road to the temple with my helper. From here, we can’t even see it yet," Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. However, exactly who was it that was trying to dig out True Monarch White?     

"Oh, I see. You’re right, there’s no way that the fellow daoist chosen by True Monarch Yellow Mountain would be this cruel. If these men aren’t your subordinates, it’s all fine," True Monarch White said with a laugh.     

"I’m immediately coming your way," Song Shuhang said. If True Monarch White were to be taken away by someone else, he would lose face in front of the seniors from the group.     

"It’s all right. Someone dealt with these visitors in our stead. I’ll wait for these guys to bring me to a peaceful place. Afterwards, I’ll break the statue and come out. Haha." True Monarch White said thoughtlessly.     

"Fine… then, I’ll just have to follow you. I’ll meet you when you come out of the statue," Song Shuhang replied.     

With this thousand miles sound transmitter in hand, he was able to easily lock True Monarch White’s position. Therefore, he could follow him even from a great distance.     

"So be it. We’ll keep in touch." True Monarch White said with a smile.     

***　     

"Were you talking with True Monarch White just now?" Doudou asked. "What happened?"     

"Someone just stole True Monarch White," Song Shuhang rubbed his temples.     

"What?" Doudou was dumbfounded. It was his first time hearing of a cultivator in deep meditation getting stolen.     

"Actually, I should have already thought of this. The idol version True Monarch White is just too attractive for the average people. And under the effect of his charm, some guy must have decided to take the risk and steal the statue," Song Shuhang sighed.     

However, it wasn’t that bad in the end. This had saved him the trouble of taking the statue out of the temple. Now, he just had to take True Monarch White back from the guy who had stolen him.     

When speaking, Song Shuhang happened to pass by a shop that was selling masks. "Boss! How much for a mask?"     

"5 RMB for one mask. It’s reinforced plastic and won’t easily break," The owner replied.     

"Give me an Ultraman one," Song Shuhang took out some pocket money and gave it to him.     

Soon, he would meet True Monarch White. At that time, he might need this mask.     

***     

Young Master Yi Gu’s subordinates were very efficient. In just ten minutes, they had loaded the Nameless Celestial God’s statue on the truck.     

"Go! Let’s leave this place at once!" Young Master Yi Gu loudly shouted.     

Those sixty subordinates quickly retreated. They got on the truck and immediately disappeared.     

The angry visitors were left behind and could only stamp their feet outside of the Nameless Temple!     

"What about the police? How come they’re not here yet?" Those beaten-up visitors shouted.     

"Dispatching policemen isn’t a swift matter. Even after going through all the procedures, the nearest patrol unit will still take more than ten minutes to rush here to the Nameless Temple." A visitor said depressed.     

"Did any of you take pictures? We should upload the pictures of these shameless fellows on the Internet and let them suffer the wrath of the entire country!"     

"It was very dark. You can’t see anything in those pictures!"     

While the visitors were discussing the situation…     

...two trucks stopped at the entrance of the Nameless Temple.     

Afterwards, a youngster jumped down from the car.     

At the same time, around forty sturdy men came out of those trucks, "Young Master Yu, is this the place?"     

"Yes, it’s here. Dig out the statue of the Nameless Celestial God and bring it to me! Be careful to not look at it!" Young Master Yu had an urgent expression on his face.     

Those forty men rushed fiercely inside the temple.     

While charging, they noticed that something was amiss. Those visitors on the side were looking at them as if at idiots. Then, they took out their mobile phones and started to record the scene.     

These men, although a bit surprised, didn’t stop. Their duty was more important. Young Master Yu had spent a lot of money for this operation; he wasn’t a younger master for nothing! The visitors didn't even try to stop them. This made things easier for them!     

When they rushed into the temple, there were three among them that had a cloth to cover the idol.     

However, when they entered the temple, they were dumbfounded.     

Huh? Where was the idol?     

The famous statue of the Nameless Celestial God had disappeared, and only a hole was left in its stead?     

"F*ck!" Young Master Yu yelled, "We were late! Which bastard dared to steal this younger master’s sh*t?"     

Just when Young Master Yu was angrily stamping his foot… a vehicle stopped abruptly outside of the temple with a loud squeal of its brakes.     

This time, it was two big trucks.     

Around fifty sturdy men in black suits jumped down from these two trucks. They all had the same type of suit and build. They looked very threatening.     

Then, a young mistress came out of her car and sweetly said, "This is the place. Everyone, follow my orders! Dig out the statue of my dear Celestial God and bring it to me! Be careful not to look at it! And another thing, if there is even a scratch on the statue, I’ll break your bones!"     

The lines and the imposing manner were very similar to that of Young Master Yu.     

"Yes!" Those fifty sturdy men in black suits said at the same time. Afterwards, they rushed toward the Nameless Temple.     

These men in black suits were still on their way when another vehicle stopped with a squealing sound of its wheels braking in front of the temple.     

It was a Maserati, and three big trucks were following behind it.     

Around forty well-built uncles and a pretty auntie came out of these vehicles.     

"Dammit! It seems that someone came here before us! Hear me out. You can’t let them steal the statue of the Celestial God! You must take it by all means!" That pretty auntie said, both flustered and frustrated.     

The entire scene was a mess. A fight between these three parties was inevitable!     

***     

After following the small bamboo flute, Song Shuhang arrived in front of a luxurious manor outside of Nanhuahu City’s suburb.     

The idol version True Monarch White had already been taken inside the manor by those four pickups.     

A high wall and a steel door were blocking Song Shuhang’s path.     

"It’s here," Song Shuhang held the small bamboo flute and blew some air into it to get in contact with True Monarch White.     

At this time, even if he were to come out of the statue like the ‘Calabash Brothers’, it wouldn’t make much difference. In the worst case, he would give a scare to the guy that stole the statue. [1]     

"Buzz… hello." True Monarch White’s gentle voice spread from the bamboo flute.     

"Senior, it’s all good now. You can come out of the statue. I’m here to take you away," Song Shuhang said.     

"Buzz… hello. This is the place where ‘White’ is closing up. I’ll be out in 0 days, 2 hours and 30 minutes; please wait patiently!" The gentle voice continued.     

Song Shuhang: "..."     

F*ck, closing up?     

Unexpectedly, True Monarch White was closing up again. Luckily, this time it was only for a little more than two hours.     

Senior True Monarch White, you should stop being so diligent! He didn’t want to waste even a second and decided to close up again?     

At this time, Song Shuhang remembered a sentence Northern River’s Loose Cultivator had written inside the group, "True Monarch White is really a cultivation madman, we should all follow in his steps."     

A cultivation madman… so this is what he meant. Whenever he had time, he would close up, without wasting a single second!     

Song Shuhang felt that this was a rare case of obsessive-compulsive disorder pertaining cultivation--this needed to be cured!     

"Ok," Song Shuhang sighed.     

At worst, he would just have to bring out the idol version True Monarch White on his own.     

Just in case, he held an ‘armor talisman’ in his left hand     

Afterwards, he put on that Ultraman’s mask and slowly arrived in front of that thick iron door.     

"Let’s go!" Song Shuhang took a deep breath.     

The power of qi and blood was transferred from the Heart Aperture to his arm.     

He chanted formula of the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯.     

Foundation Fist… Number One!     

This fist was like a bomb capable of wiping out thousands of enemies!     

The nearby Doudou lazily spat out his tongue… there was no fun like this!