After purchasing two satisfactory magical artifacts, Bai Zichen was in a happy mood and wandered around the market.
He carefully inspected the wooden box and magic weapon with his spiritual consciousness to ensure that no marks had been left on them.
He was also the one who had read so many stories about killing people to seize treasures, and being targeted after making money while shopping, in previous biographies, that I felt a shadow in my heart.
"After all, Wanbao Pavilion is a top trading firm all over the Liang Kingdom. It has always had a good reputation. It should not do anything like colluding with the robbers... But be careful and make no big mistakes. It is better than falling into a trap and regretting it later.
good."
Bai Zichen visited several shops on both sides of the street, including Wuxing Trading Company and Qingfengmen's own store.
The magical artifacts displayed in the store are somewhat different from Wanbao Pavilion in terms of quality and quantity.
"There is also a sense of service... Even when a mortal greets guests, his appearance and figure are not as good as others. No wonder the business cannot be done at Wanbao Pavilion!"
Bai Zichen criticized the sect's business methods and walked around until he reached the stall square outside Fangshi.
A quick scan reveals that there are at least hundreds of stalls.
It's a large one, with three or four people taking care of it at the same time. There are a wide range of products on the shelves, mostly basic talismans and low-grade magical artifacts.
It is small in scale, just spread a piece of silk cloth on the ground, put out two or three scattered goods, and leave after selling.
This is the normal situation of setting up stalls and doing casual cultivating in the square.
"Let's all take a look at the spiritual objects unearthed from the ancient secret realm. Those who are destined can learn the ancient magical powers from them..."
"The skills spread in Wuyue Temple, Master Wuyue practiced it and became Master Jiedan. If you miss it, you will regret it for the rest of your life..."
"A treasure map left behind by the foundation-building overhaul. It is said that a lifetime of savings was hidden, and there is also a foundation-building pill..."
Several casual cultivators were calling to customers at the top of their lungs, each sounding more tempting than the last.
Bai Zichen actually went to take a look at the stall that said there were real people's skills from the Five Mountains. It was a yellowed book with four big characters on the front page, "Five Mountains Magical Skills" written in flying phoenixes.
"This fake is really not careless. Master Jiedan has not recorded the inherited skills on the jade slips, so he took a book and copied them..."
If you think about it, you will know that Wuyue Temple has become a separate courtyard of Qingfeng Sect. If the Wuyue Zhenren's skills really survive, it will only fall into the hands of the sect.
This so-called "Five Mountains Divine Gong" is basically several volumes of Qigong exercises that were scrambled and pieced together, and then the book was aged.
"Old man, you ruined this baby of mine and just want to run away?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? There were cracks in this bowl when it came into our hands. When I was wandering around in the market, you were still in your mother's womb, and you blamed me for it..."
"Everyone comes here to testify. These two people have damaged my family's heirlooms and want to rake them up. Come on, brothers, help me ask the steward of the square to make the decision!"
In front of a stall opposite, a large number of monks gathered, and bursts of noise could be heard.
In such a large square, countless disputes occur every day.
Bai Zichen was not interested in watching the excitement, so he was determined to find something good from the casual cultivator stalls. It was like scouring the sea for sand, which was unrealistic.
Any name that sounds resounding and a story about a family heirloom is 100% fake.
Specialized in coaxing novice monks who are just starting out and have no experience.
After walking two steps away, I found that the sound of the argument sounded familiar, so I walked around and turned back to the stall opposite.
The stall owner is a thin young man with fairly regular facial features and a cunning and anxious look in his eyes, which gives people a very frivolous feeling.
At this time, he was tugging on the sleeves of the two monks, refusing to let them go no matter what.
"Old man Tong, Lu Song... what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet these two here."
No wonder the voice sounds familiar. It turns out that the two people who quarreled with the stall owner were acquaintances of Bai Zichen.
"Old Tong passed the examination as a handyman disciple that day. Lu Song didn't know how...but since the two of them were traveling together, they probably joined the sect in the end."
Bai Zichen was not in a hurry to come forward. Near Zongmenfang City, would his handyman disciples still be at a disadvantage against casual cultivators?
"Manager Xiong is here! Give way!"
A fat and muscular man walked out from the crowd watching the excitement. His arms were as thick as the waist of others. It seemed that he was the bear manager of the square as everyone said.
"What's going on? I don't know that the area I'm responsible for is usually the quietest. I hate it when people show off!"
Manager Xiong took one step at a time, narrowed his eyes to take in the situation, and said gloomily.
For Fang City, Qingfengmen will only manage the four streets in the core area, including the guardian array.
The outer square and the huge residential area for casual cultivators and mortals have never been regarded as part of Zuofang City by Qingfeng Sect. As long as nothing outrageous happens, the sect will not bother to show up.
There are hundreds of stalls in this square, which is already a big business.
Where there are interests, there will naturally be disputes.
Due to various phenomena such as booth location and price competition for similar goods, the position of plaza steward has arisen.
The circular square was divided into four sections, and each section was assigned a steward to handle affairs and collect stall fees from casual vendors.
The most important thing for a casual cultivator who can sit in a management position is to be able to have a relationship with the Qingfeng Sect, in addition to having high enough cultivation and ruthless behavior.
Otherwise, no matter how tyrannical you are, you will not be able to secure your position.
With his spiritual consciousness, Guanshi Xiong’s cultivation cannot be hidden. He is a seventh-level Qi refining monk.
"In the later stage of Qi refining, it's no wonder that he can control the situation and everyone is afraid of him like a tiger."
Bai Zichen stood aside and watched to see how the fat and strong man was going to deal with this matter.
"Boss Xiong, you're here just in time, you have to make the decision for me!"
A faint joy flashed across the skinny young man's face, he let go of the old man and Tong, 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. Boss Xiong, you know very well that there has never been any fraud. These two people just came to the stall to see my family heirlooms. One of them accidentally smashed the treasure bowl. They immediately
I just wanted to run away, but luckily I caught him!"
Manager Xiong pinched two pieces of the bowl and said, "What do you two have to say? Is what he said true?"
"Manager Xiong, I, Junior Brother Lu, just picked up the bowl and it was broken into two halves. It was obviously broken a long time ago. It was placed here to blackmail people. It was not us who caused it..."
Lu Song's face turned red with anger. Old Man Tong held him back and stepped forward to explain.
"Nonsense, my treasure bowl has always been in good condition. There were customers who liked it this morning and almost bought it! Several stall owners nearby can vouch 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 man and the young man looked upright, but they didn't expect to commit a crime and refused to admit it..."
Several stall owners testified in unison, leaving Old Man Tong speechless for a moment, knowing that he had run into a market tyrant.
Before he became a spiritual planter, he had been living in the market for two years and had seen such scenes.
Unexpectedly, old age would also happen to me.
"Then it seems that the matter is very clear. If you two damage the stall owner's goods, you will naturally have to compensate according to the price."
Manager Xiong waved his hand and directly settled the matter.
"Boy, how much spiritual stone is your broken... treasure bowl worth?"
"Manager Xiong, we are both disciples of the Qingfeng Sect. How can you come to a conclusion without further investigation?"
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 forward.