natural fairy species

Chapter 58
After purchasing two satisfactory instruments, Bai Zichen was in a happy mood, and wandered around the market.

He carefully inspected the wooden box and the magic weapon with his spiritual sense to make sure that no one left any marks.

He also read too many stories in the previous biographies about killing people and seizing treasures, and being targeted by people after revealing his wealth in shopping, and he felt a shadow in his heart.

"Wanbao Pavilion is a top-notch firm all over the Liang Kingdom. It has always had a good reputation. It should not do such things as collusion and robbery... But be careful and make no big mistakes. It's better than falling into a trap and regretting it later. good."

Bai Zichen walked around several shops on both sides of the street, including Wuxing Commercial Bank and Qingfengmen's own shop.

The magical instruments displayed in the store are somewhat different from Wanbao Pavilion in terms of quality and quantity.

"There is also a sense of service... even ordinary people welcome guests, their looks and stature are not as good as others, no wonder the business cannot be done in Wanbao Pavilion!"

Bai Zichen criticized the sect's business methods, wandered around, and walked to the stall square outside Fangshi.

With a rough scan, there are at least hundreds of stalls.

For large-scale ones, three or four people take care of them at the same time. There are a variety of products on the shelves, mostly basic talismans and low-grade magic weapons.

Small-scale, a simple piece of silk cloth is spread on the ground, and there are two or three scattered goods, and they leave when they are sold out.

This is the normal state of setting up stalls for casual repairs in the square.

"Let's take a look at the spiritual objects dug out of the ancient secret realm. Those who are destined can comprehend ancient supernatural powers from them..."

"The exercises handed down from the Temple of the Five Sacred Mountains, the Immortal Five Sacred Mountains practiced to become an Alchemy Immortal, and if you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life..."

"A copy of the treasure map left behind by the Foundation Establishment Overhaul. It is said that I have hidden my life savings, and there is also a Foundation Establishment Pill..."

A few casual cultivators shouted at customers, each one more attractive than the other.

Bai Zichen really went to the booth where he said that there was a real Wuyue Daoist technique, and took a look. It was a yellowed booklet with four large characters on the front page, "Five Sacred Magical Skills".

"This counterfeit product is really out of mind. Master Jiedan's inheritance of exercises has not been recorded on the jade slips, so take a book and copy them..."

If you think about it, you know that the Five Sacred Mountains Temple has become a separate courtyard of the Qingfeng Sect. If there are really five mountain real people's skills left, the only result is that they fall into the hands of the sect.

This so-called Five Sacred Works is basically a compilation of several volumes of qigong methods, and then made the booklet old.

"Old man, you ruined my treasure, and you want to leave?"

"What nonsense, there was a crack in this bowl when it came into our hands. You were still in the womb when the old man was in Fangshi, and you were corrupted by the old man..."

"Everyone come here to be a witness. These two people have damaged my family's heirlooms, and they still want to beat them back. Quickly, brothers, please help me ask the square steward to be the master!"

In front of a booth on the opposite side, a large group of monks gathered, and there was a lot of noise.

In such a large square, there are countless disputes that occur every day.

Bai Zichen wasn't interested in watching the excitement, so he was determined to find some good things from casual repair booths.

Anything with a resounding name and a story about a family heirloom is [-]% fake.

Specialized in coaxing fledgling and inexperienced rookie monks.

After walking two steps away, I found that the voice of the dispute sounded familiar. I went around and turned back to the booth opposite.

The stall owner was a thin young man with fairly regular facial features and sly and restless eyes, which gave off a very frivolous feeling.

At this moment, he was tugging at the sleeves of the two monks, and refused to let the other go.

"Old man Tong, Lu Song... What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet the two of you here."

No wonder the voice sounded familiar. It turned out that the two people who had the quarrel with the stall owner were both acquaintances of Bai Zichen.

"Old man Tong passed the examination of the handyman disciple that day. Lu Song doesn't know what to do...but since the two of them are walking together, they probably also entered the sect in the end."

Bai Zichen was not in a hurry to come forward, near Zongmenfang City, could it be that his handyman disciples would suffer from Shang Sanxiu?

"Steward Xiong is here! Give way!"

Walking out of the crowd was an obese and strong man, his arms were as thick as the waistline of others, he seemed to be the manager of the square bear that everyone said.

"What's going on? I don't know that the area I'm in charge of is usually the quietest. I hate people bluffing into the market!"

Guanshi Xiong swayed three times, squinted his small eyes to scan the situation in the field, and said darkly.

For Fangshi, Qingfengmen will only manage the four streets in the core area, including the guardian formation.

The outer square and the huge residential area for casual cultivators and mortals have never been regarded as a part of the workshop city by Qingfengmen. As long as there is no outrageous incident, the sect will not bother to come forward.

There are hundreds of stalls in this square, which is already a big business.

Where there are interests, there are naturally disputes.

For the sake of the booth position, because of the price competition of similar goods, the position of square steward was born under various phenomena.

Divide the circular plaza into four sections, and each section has a steward in charge of handling affairs, and at the same time collects stall fees from stalls.

For a casual cultivator who can sit in the management position, in addition to being high enough in cultivation and ruthless in his actions, the most important thing is to be able to have a relationship with Qingfengmen.

Otherwise, no matter how tyrannical you are, you won't be able to sit firmly in this position.

Under his spiritual consciousness, Guanshi Xiong's cultivation must not be hidden, he is a Qi-refining seventh-level monk.

"In the late stage of Qi refining, it's no wonder that he can hold the field, and everyone fears him like a tiger."

Bai Zichen stood on the sidelines to see how this fat and strong man was going to deal with this matter.

"Boss Xiong, it's just in time for you to come, you have to make the decision for the little one!"

A faint joy flashed across the skinny young man's face, he let go of Old Tong and the two, and picked up the broken bowl that was broken in half from the stall on the ground.

"The little one has always operated with integrity in the market. You know it well, Boss Xiong. You have never cheated. These two people came to the booth just now to see my family heirlooms. One accidentally smashed the treasure bowl. Immediately I wanted to run away, but fortunately I was caught!"

Guanshi Xiong took two bowls and said, "What do you two have to say? Is what he said true?"

"Boss Xiong, I, Junior Brother Lu, just picked up the bowl, and it was broken in two. It was obviously broken long ago, and I put it here to blackmail people. I didn't do it..."

Lu Song's face was flushed with anger, Old Man Tong held him back and stepped forward to explain.

"Nonsense, this treasure bowl of mine has always been in good condition. In the morning, a customer saw it and almost bought it! Several nearby stall owners can testify for me!"

The thin young man jumped up, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Yeah, I saw the treasure bowl in good condition this morning."

"The old and the young looked upright, but they didn't expect to commit crimes and refused to admit it..."

Several stall owners testified in unison, making Old Man Tong at a loss for words, knowing that he had run into a bully.

Before he became a Lingzhi teacher, he spent two years in the city and saw such scenes.

Unexpectedly, getting old still happened to me.

"Then it seems that the matter is very clear. The two of you damaged the stall owner's goods, so naturally you have to compensate according to the price."

Guanshi Xiong waved his hand and decided the matter directly.

"Boy, how much is your broken... treasure bowl worth?"

"Guard Xiong, both of us are Qingfeng Sect disciples, so you didn't do much research before you came to a conclusion?"

Old man Tong didn't expect this fat and strong man to be so unscrupulous, so he quickly took the identity token and handed it over.

(End of this chapter)