Master, what path do you cultivate?

Ji Qinglin didn't want to delay for a moment. After all, after searching for so long, he finally found some clues related to his resurrection by chance, maybe it was related to his mobile phone.

To be on the safe side, I went back to the grocery store first, took a tool bag and a self-defense stun gun, and the coal boss who hadn't been out for a long time, and rushed to the old city of the New East District with one person and two birds.

Xindongjie Old City was an urban development project a long time ago. Later, due to the unfinished operations of large companies, the old city did not develop.

However, because it is close to the wilderness, it has become the residence of those who have not entered the development of Bangkok. Although it has not developed, it has not been targeted by gangs and large companies because of its poverty. It can be regarded as a simple folk.

After taking the bus to the edge of the city, I went to the marked place according to the entered map. The houses I saw along the way were old and dirty, but there were still many people living here.

The mournful small courtyard is close to the edge, and there are no neighbors beside it.

Through the closed iron mesh door, you can see that there is a lot of garbage in the courtyard. The coal boss on his shoulders took the lead and flew into the courtyard to look around.

quack--

It seems that there is really no one.

The small door next to it showed signs of being opened recently.

Ji Qinglin opened the iron gate to guard against gentlemen but not villains and came to the courtyard. In addition to the main room and the west wing, there was a rain shelter on the east side, but the pillars of the shed were already rusty.

Without rushing to clean up and search, Ji Qinglin was going to find out the general content of the courtyard first, so he went to the nearest wing first, and tore off the advertising cloth pasted on the window, revealing the unrecognizable copper locks and iron chains underneath.

What baby is in it? So well protected?

After barely opening the lock, Ji Qinglin kicked the door open, and the coal boss flapped his wings to shake off the falling dust.

But after entering the house, I found that there was only an old big wooden bed and a simple desk in the house.

It's really unjust to die for this funeral, is it still necessary to lock up this little thing? It's really a money fanatic to a certain extent.

But after thinking about it carefully, Ji Qinglin felt something was wrong, so he quickly searched in the house.

The coal boss flew onto the bed and tapped it down with his beak.

thump thump——

empty!

When he came to the wooden bed, Ji Qinglin first lifted up a corner of the big bed, and put the flashlight in to see what was going on inside.

But under the weak light, Ji Qinglin only saw a pitch-black wheel.

"This is?"

After making a general guess in his mind, Ji Qinglin forcefully lifted the entire board.

The whole body is pitch black, but the carbon fiber parts still reflect the seductive luster like the skin of a beautiful woman. Under the light of the flashlight, every inch of mechanical beauty on her body is vividly displayed. The two black silk legs are 17-inch and 15-inch front and rear wheels.

Between the two beautiful legs and black wheels is the most mysterious and precious modified V-cylinder engine of the motorcycle, which seems to have never been used.

Even though he doesn't know much about Bangkok's high-end motorcycle market, Ji Qinglin still knows the name of this bike.

Night Owl 750!

The dark knight of motorcycles.

Even a person who has no research on cars is a little excited when he sees this car. It is estimated that car lovers will see no difference between seeing it and seeing a naked beauty.

That bastard, Sangfeng, really prepared a running tool. Although he is not a good person, he has good taste.

After accepting Yu Ye as his apprentice, he was missing a means of transportation. This wave is really a timely help.

After checking the room again to make sure there was nothing missing, Ji Qinglin put down the wooden plank again, and put this thing away before leaving, so that even if the money is not leaked, even the funeral will know.

After locking the door again, Ji Qinglin came to the main room. Judging from the dust and rubbish on the ground, no one has been here for a long time. The structure is also simple, except for the bedroom and the living room.

After scanning around, Ji Qinglin first came to the front of the large flower pot of the cabin to check carefully, and it was indeed correct, it was exactly the same as the cabin that held him at that time.

It's just that Funeral Wind is dead now, and it's impossible to confirm where this cabin came from.

I had checked Sangfeng's background with Shen Bixin back then, and he was also a smuggled immigrant in the first place, so he probably didn't have the experience of being a trash guy, so there is a high probability that he bought this place as a retreat base.

Thinking that Ji Qinglin came to the bookshelf and randomly pulled out a few dusty papers from it.

"Cultivation is always in the second half of the night" "Yin-Yang Harmony Poses Encyclopedia".

"hiss"

Funky bastard has a lot of information.

But when he looked at the date carefully, Ji Qinglin found that these were posters and books from many years ago.

Looking at the bookshelf full of texts, Ji Qinglin thought that it would take some time to screen all the things here.

After knowing that this place is his own, in order to create a good screening environment, Ji Qinglin cleaned the whole house, and all the garbage was thrown under the awning for unified disposal.

The coal boss hooked up the passing birds on the roof.

After tidying up all afternoon, the house was barely livable.

"Phew, I knew I would let her do it when Yu Ye recovers."

As he spoke, he picked up a large stack of documents and sat in front of the old sofa to carefully sort them out.

"Campus Spring" and "Thirteen Spans of the Taoist Couple". Most of them are advertisements and pornographic magazines from many years ago.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a senior otaku's house.

Fortunately, he didn't bring Yu Ye here, otherwise his image as a master would be completely over.

Ji Qinglin flipped through the books one by one, afraid of missing something of value.

But looking through all the old and young, there was still nothing to gain. Just when Ji Qinglin was about to go out for dinner after taking a break, a thin booklet fell out of the "Secret Method of Hehuan Zen Buddhism" with a "click" .

The booklet didn't have a cover, and the paper was yellow and even a little brittle, and a lot of paper scraps fell off on the ground, obviously older than these books.

Seeing this, Ji Qinglin didn't dare to pick it up rashly, so he carefully flipped through the booklet on the ground. The booklet was printed rough, but the words "manual" could be vaguely seen on the outermost layer. The illustration made Ji Qinglin's heart tighten.

Because the picture above is very similar to the "mobile phone" interface that I have never successfully entered. Although it is obviously different from the size layout, it should be the same thing.

Excited, Ji Qinglin wanted to lie down on the ground and read carefully, but found that the remaining few pages actually drew a similar interface, but from a different angle.

I thought it was just another empty joy, but when Ji Qinglin turned to the last page, he saw the words "reset method".

The reset method only needs to use the blood of the owner to draw a Taiji diagram on the palm of the right hand.

Thinking of using a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Ji Qinglin got up and took out a knife to cut his fingers, and drew a simple Tai Chi diagram on the palm of his right hand.

There was no abnormality at the beginning, until the blood Tai Chi on the painting was quickly absorbed by the palm of the right hand.

Immediately afterwards, the palm of the right hand, which was originally pitch-black, gradually lit up, and a projection interface that was quite old compared to the holographic images of this era appeared on the palm, with a line of small characters displayed on it:

"Reset complete, please enter new password."

Ji Qinglin anxiously wanted to see what was inside, so he thought to himself, let's set up one casually first.

As a result, a new line of words appeared in the palm of his hand:

"Hello, the power-on password is set successfully, it is 'Then just set one casually first'."

(╬)?

I was a little confused at first, but after thinking about it, this thing is connected to my body, and there seems to be no problem with mind control.

After re-entering the password, the background that says "Tao Heart Eternal Standing" gradually became clear, and four small icons appeared together, which looked like the APP that came with the mobile phone in my era, but the name was a bit unique:

Thousands of miles of connections, sea of ​​clouds and air, divine consciousness and appearance, and Beidou map.