"No idea! We'll know after we search again later." Ye Hao said with a smile, yet his gaze was fixed on the skeleton in the center.

Ye Hao waved his hand to stop them from moving.

"You stay here, don't go over there, in case a Soul Body appears that you can't handle." Ye Hao said, looking at them.

"Soul Body? What is a Soul Body?" Tan Ming asked. Although the Tan Family is an Ancient Family, their influence also extends into the secular world, so many things are unfamiliar to them.

Of course, the reason Ye Hao knows what a Soul Body is, is naturally because he has experienced it. Otherwise, he would never believe that such a thing exists in the world.

"A Soul Body is when some powerful people preserve their soul using special means after death, waiting for a suitable person to arrive here, then enter your mind to extinguish your soul, and afterwards, your body is controlled by them." Ye Hao explained.

"Still don't understand." Lu Yunsong said, expressing his confusion.

"In other words, do you understand 'soul possession'?" Ye Hao looked at Lu Yunsong in disbelief.

Lu Yunsong blinked and asked, "Boss, is there really such a thing as soul possession in this world?"

"In theory, it's impossible, but in fact, it can happen. Many scientists can't explain it from a scientific perspective. By the way, I stayed in South Africa for so long before coming back because someone tried to possess me." Ye Hao said with a smile.

"No way? Then how did you break free, boss?" Xue Zhaolong and the others asked, looking at Ye Hao.

"I'll tell you about it later. You guys wait for me while I go over there and take a look."

Ye Hao finished speaking and walked over. He didn't want to waste much time; if there was something good, he would take it, and if not, he would leave to avoid wasting time here.

"Be careful, boss." The group shouted in unison.

Ye Hao nodded and step by step approached the skeleton.

The skeleton lay still and silent, with no sign of anything unusual, but it was holding a booklet in its hand.

Ye Hao prepared himself and then retrieved the booklet. Upon opening it, he discovered it contained calligraphy from the Qing Dynasty.

Ye Hao returned to Xue Zhaolong and the others with the letter in hand.

"Boss, what are you holding in your hand?"

"It looks really old."

"A booklet made of Celestial Silk?" Tan Ming stared at the booklet in surprise.

If Ye Hao knew what Celestial Silk was, would he be too excited to jump up?

"What is Celestial Silk?" Ye Hao looked at Tan Ming and asked.

"You don't know what Celestial Silk is?" Tan Ming looked at Ye Hao as if he were an alien and said, "Celestial Silk is spun by the Celestial Silkworm. After being forged by masters, it gradually becomes indestructible by swords and spears, and impervious to water and fire."

"Damn! Are you kidding me? Indestructible by swords and spears? In the past, maybe not by guns, but now, definitely by guns." Ye Hao said in disbelief.

"Boss, don't doubt it. Celestial Silk is acknowledged in the martial arts world as the number one defensive treasure." Tan Ming smiled as he explained to Ye Hao.

"Let's study this later. For now, let's see what this booklet says." Ye Hao opened the first page.

There were four large characters on top, bold and powerful, perfectly symmetrical. Seeing it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe someone could write so grandly and elegantly by hand.

"Hidden Realm of Ancient Martial Arts"

Ye Hao turned the page.

"Sigh! I've grown old and despairing. In a Huaxia rich with talent, when the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded, no powerful sect stepped forward, only internal strife existed. The so-called Hidden Realm of Ancient Martial Arts really no longer needs to exist..."

"I, the old monk, don't know who will see this note, but I know that writing these memoirs will inevitably lead to the annihilation of the secular Shaolin. But it doesn't matter. After all, the tens of thousands of Shaolin disciples have already spread throughout Huaxia, participating in various resistance actions. I write this note only hoping that future generations can see that they only exist in an ordinary world; there is another kind of world in this secular world, a world leftover from the era of cultivators.

That world has powerful forces passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, known as the Ancient Sect.

What is the Ancient Sect? It's where their legacy has been passed down from ancient times to the current Hidden Realm of Ancient Martial Arts.

In opposition to the Ancient Sect are the Ancient Families. The power of the Ancient Families stems from the fact that these families have produced prodigious talents or extremely powerful individuals in the past, allowing the family to nurture generations of strong individuals, maintaining the reputation of the Ancient Family. Indeed, the Ancient Families are incredibly powerful.

Our Shaolin is a branch of the Zen Sect within the Hidden Realm of Ancient Martial Arts. Zen Sect is devoted to Buddhism, refraining from participating in secular or Hidden Realm disputes.

Now that the Eight Nations have invaded, I have repeatedly asked Zen Sect experts to intervene, but no reply has come. In the end, disheartened, I sent tens of thousands of Shaolin disciples into various battles to serve the country.

I also know that the possibility of these Shaolin disciples returning to Mount Shaoshi after their descent is extremely slim, but I have no regrets about this choice.

Shaolin used to collect prodigies for the Zen Sect. Now that Zen Sect can overlook the destruction of the secular world without taking action, why should I hold onto futile obsessions?

With the sounds of war, I know that flames of war have risen everywhere. I hope the Buddhist disciples can attain the Western Pure Land. Signed: Jing Nian."

Ye Hao and the others felt that the old abbot was a decent person, concerned about Huaxia's safety, with a strategic vision, understanding that if Huaxia were annihilated, its land ravaged, would Huaxia still be able to recruit any disciples?

At that point, the so-called Zen Sect would also lack fresh blood joining their sect.

"The old abbot is quite admirable, worthy of our respect." Ye Hao said, then knelt on the cushion before the skeleton, bowing before the old abbot.

With each bow, Ye Hao felt the floor loosen a bit.

After nine consecutive bows, the floor broke open.

Ye Hao looked in surprise at the floor, then began to clear away the dirt from the floorboards with his hand.

Buried beneath was a big chest, big enough to hold a person.

"Wow! Boss, could this be the Shaolin inheritance?" Xue Zhaolong, who was kneeling behind, asked in surprise.

"I think it probably is, but I wonder if it matches the remnants left by Tan Ming's ancestors."

"Why not open it and see?"

Ye Hao had Qianqian take a scan of the contents, found it full of books and a letter, and relaxed.

"Boss, why not open it?" Xue Zhaolong and the others eagerly eyed Ye Hao.

Ye Hao nodded and said, "It seems our main target this time is here."

So, under the eager gazes of the four, Ye Hao opened the chest... (to be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), recommend it, and vote for monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)

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