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"I knew it."

"I knew it."

"I knew the thickness of this Buddhist seat was wrong. There had to be something strange inside."

"Why did I drag it back here in the first place..."

Shen Le stared unhappily at the photo of the Buddhist Shrine displayed by the X-ray machine, muttering to himself.

The main seat in the center of this Buddhist Shrine had to be more than thirty centimeters deep for the Buddha statue to sit securely inside.

Yet the shrines holding the small Buddha statues around it were at most five centimeters deep. So here was the question: 30 minus 5 equaled 25. What was stored in those remaining twenty-five centimeters?

Or were the other parts simply hollow, wasted space?

Shen Le had never considered it before. But after the X-ray scan, the answer was obvious:

Aside from the main seat, quite a few things had been placed behind the small Buddha statues in the Buddhist Shrine.

The X-ray images were layered upon layer, with no discernible pattern. Shen Le printed out views from both the front and the side, studying them from every angle, but he simply could not tell what any of it was...

"Anyway, I just hope they haven't been damaged too badly..."

Shen Le muttered softly, without much confidence.

Though his field was ancient architecture rather than woodenware or lacquerware, he had still seen things dug out of old houses and knew what the passage of time could do to them.

For example, beneath the main ridge of the Hall of Mental Cultivation's roof in the Forbidden City, there was a painted treasure box decorated with dragon patterns.

Although the box had been sealed with a lead-tin alloy, the condition of the items inside when it was opened was still difficult to describe:

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