Natural Fairy Species Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Square Stalls

Purchased two satisfactory instruments, Bai Zichen was in a happy mood, and wandered around the market.

He carefully checked the wooden box and the magic weapon with his spiritual sense to ensure that no marks were left behind.

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

"Wanbao Pavilion is a top-notch firm all over the Liang Kingdom. Its reputation has always been good. 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. .”

Bai Zichen visited 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 mortals 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 Zongmen's business methods, wandered around, and walked to the stall square outside Fangshi.

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

The large-scale ones are managed by three or four people at the same time. There are a lot of goods on the shelves, mostly basic talismans and low-grade magic tools.

Small-scale, a simple piece of silk cloth is spread on the ground, and then two or three kinds of goods are placed here and there, 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 the 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 by the Foundation Establishment Overhaul. It is said that it has hidden life savings, and there is also a Foundation Establishment Pill..."

Several casual cultivators shouted at the clients, each one sounding more attractive than the other.

Bai Zichen really went to the booth where he said that there was the real skill of the Five Sacred Mountains and took a look. It was a yellowed booklet.

"This fake is really made with a lot of heart, and the skills passed down by Daoist Jiedan have not been recorded on the jade slips, so take a book and copy them..."

Thinking about it, everyone knows that Wuyue Temple has become a separate courtyard of Qingfengmen. If there are really Wuyue 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, this bowl has cracks when it came into our hands. When the old man was in the market, you were still in the mother's womb, and you were corrupted by the old man..."

"Everyone came east to be a witness. These two people damaged my family heirloom and wanted to beat it back. Come and help me, please help me ask the square steward to be the master!"

In front of a stall opposite, a large group of monks gathered, and there was a lot of noise.

In such a large square, countless disputes 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.

Where the name starts out resoundingly, and if there are stories about family treasures, 100% of them are fakes.

Specialized in coaxing fledgling and inexperienced rookie monks.

Two steps away, I found that the voice of the dispute was familiar, so I went around and turned back to the booth opposite.

The stall owner is a thin young man with fairly regular facial features, with sly and anxious eyes, giving people a very frivolous feeling.

At this moment, he was tugging on the sleeves of two monks, unwilling to let each 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 didn't know what to do...but since the two of them walked together, they probably 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?

"Manager Xiong is here! Give way!"

A fat and strong man walked out of the crowd, with two arms as thick as the waist of others.

"What's going on? I don't know that the area I'm in charge of is usually the quietest, and I hate people ostentatiously!"

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

For Fang City, 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 the Qingfeng Sect. As long as there is no outrageous incident, the Zongmen 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 will naturally be disputes.

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

The circular plaza was divided into four sections, and each section had a steward in charge of handling affairs, and at the same time charged stall fees for stalls.

For a casual cultivator who can sit in the position of manager, 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 in this position.

Under the spiritual consciousness, Xiong Guanshi'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 it can hold the field, and everyone fears it like a tiger."

Bai Zichen sat 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, let's make the decision for the little one!"

A faint joy flashed across the skinny young man's face, he let go of Tong and the old man, 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!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I saw the treasure bowl in the morning and it was fine."

"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 Tong at a loss for words, knowing that he had run into a bully.

Before he became a spiritual planter, he spent two years living in Fangshi and saw such scenes.

Unexpectedly, old age would still happen 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?"

"Boss Xiong, we are both disciples of the Qingfeng Sect. 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)

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