Almighty Cultivator: Second Miss Waste Chai

Chapter 841 The Rules of the Treasure Pavilion
Guanshi Zhou was squeezed into the gate by many monks from the third floor to the third floor, and it was extremely difficult to move his footsteps. He finally sent out a few messengers. Get over this.

However, how could the eyes of that golden-eyed beast be fake?
Obviously it was carefully appraised by the treasure appraiser in the pavilion at that time, why is it fake?Moreover, when the young master came over two days earlier, he took it out to see, how could it be fake?
How did it become fake?
Steward Zhou looked at the large number of monks gathered in the Zhenbao Pavilion, and felt that he was about to be torn apart by them. Young Master, you have to come back early. If you come back slowly, you may have to collect the corpse for me.

"Fellow daoists, fellow daoists, please be calm and don't be impatient."

"If you have any problems, let's sit down and talk about it. Zhenbao Pavilion will definitely solve it properly for everyone."

"Everyone, everyone, don't listen to the rumors, but all the items sold in my Treasure Pavilion must be real. Treasure Pavilion always has the least number of customers, and the most important reputation. I will definitely not deceive everyone with fake products..."

The monks in charge of the reception at Zhenbao Pavilion were trying their best to persuade the crowd to calm down, but they couldn't be heard.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "There are no fakes, so what happened to the eyes of the golden-eyed beast?"

"That's someone else's pawn here, and it was agreed to come to redeem it. You Zhenbao Pavilion can exchange fake ones to deceive the owner, let alone the things we bought from here. Who knows if it is real or not?"

"We demand a return, demand a return!"

Steward Zhou was sweating profusely, and he was a little hoarse after talking loudly for a long time: "Dear friends, according to the rules of Zhenbao Pavilion, once the goods are shipped, they will not be returned or exchanged."

"This point, fellow daoists, should have already understood this point when they first visited the Treasure Pavilion."

In the crowd, I didn't know who was instigating it, so I heard someone shouting: "Yes, we did hear about this rule at the beginning and were willing to abide by it, but it was based on your Zhenbao Pavilion's honesty and trustworthiness."

"Now, your Zhenbao Pavilion is self-defeating. Who knows if this rule was made by you to sell fake products?"

"Yes, we want to return it!"

"You must return the goods today! If you don't return the goods to us, your Zhenbao Pavilion will not be able to open for business!"

Zhou Guanshi wiped the sweat from his forehead, he was so anxious that he was about to cry, if this dragged on, the gate of Zhenbao Pavilion would almost collapse...

It was at this time that Zhou Guanshi heard Ouyang Zichen's voice from outside the crowd: "My lord never knew that my Zhenbao Pavilion was threatened to stop opening one day."

Manager Zhou was so moved that tears filled his eyes, son, you are truly a life-saving bodhisattva...

All the monks from the Southern Spirit World surrounding the Zhenbao Pavilion turned their heads to look at the source of the sound, and saw a young nobleman with red hair walking towards the Zhenbao Pavilion in an extremely flamboyant manner. Along with him, there were a man and a woman. The two monks are gorgeously dressed and have extraordinary temperaments. They have extraordinary backgrounds at first glance.

"Son!"

"Young master is here!" The monks in charge of the reception of Zhenbao Pavilion shouted overjoyed.

The crowd automatically parted ways to the two sides, Ouyang Zichen strode towards the Zhenbao Pavilion, and he conjured a folding fan out of nowhere in his hand, shaking it so coquettishly.

Ouyang Zichen entered the Zhenbao Pavilion, and the crowd outside surrounded him again. Steward Zhou said to him profusely, "My lord, these people all want to return the goods..."

The crowd roared again: "That's right, we want to return the product."

"Give us back the spirit stone."

Ouyang Zichen quickly found a chair and sat down, Bei Liuguang and Qin Mingyue looked at each other, and each found a seat to sit down, so that they could watch Ouyang Zichen deal with the crisis in Zhenbao Pavilion.

Ouyang Zichen's indifferent attitude completely angered these monks in the Southern Spiritual Realm.

They rushed towards the Zhenbao Pavilion emotionally.

"Don't even think about opening Zhenbao Pavilion unless you give us an explanation!"

"Treasure Pavilion withdraws the spirit stone!"

Ouyang Zichen casually played with the folding fan in his hand, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and softly uttered a few words from his thin lips: "Confession? What confession?"

He said it a little casually: "The Treasure Pavilion has been here for hundreds of years, and no one has ever dared to come to make trouble. It seems that today, you want to start this."

Some monks in the Southern Spirit Realm said, "We're not making trouble..."

Ouyang Zichen looked stern: "Since it's not causing trouble, what are you doing around my Zhenbao Pavilion?"

"We want to return the goods! Zhenbao Pavilion returned the Lingshi to us, and we will leave immediately."

"Yes, we will leave right away if we withdraw the spirit stone."

Ouyang Zichen sneered: "Retreat the spirit stone? Why?"

Some people are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and a voice comes from the depths of the crowd: "Just because the treasures are selling fakes!"

Ouyang Zichen's eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to grab the crowd, only to hear a monk's terrified voice: "What are you doing, let me go!"

With a "bang", a thin monk fell from the sky and was thrown in front of everyone.

Ouyang Zichen's voice sounded faintly: "Tell me, what fakes did Zhenbao Pavilion sell to you?"

The skinny monk was smashed to the ground, and he felt pain in his internal organs. As soon as he got up from the ground, he wanted to run. How could Ouyang Zichen let him do what he wanted? He grabbed him casually, and then threw him back. on the ground.

Seeing that the monk couldn't run away, he reacted quickly, rolled his eyes, and immediately turned to Ouyang Zichen with a face of accusation, with a look of grief and indignation: "Does your Zhenbao Pavilion only bully the weak?"

Ouyang Zichen sneered: "Bullying you? You think highly of yourself too much. How much you have is enough to make me put down my efforts to bully you."

With his handsome facial features and narrow peach eyes, he looks indescribably noble, but the words he speaks are so mean that people want to dig a hole into it.

The monk's face was green and white, and he said angrily: "If that's the case, why don't you let me go? Don't you think I'm easy to bully?"

Ouyang Zichen said: "You can leave if you want to, but let's make things clear first."

"My son can see it clearly. Among the crowd, you are the one who has been making a fuss, saying that Zhenbao Pavilion sells fake products."

"I want to know now, how many fakes did Zhenbao Pavilion sell to you? Don't blame me for being rude."

"Zhenbao Pavilion has a long history of rules. Anyone who wantonly slanders the reputation of Zhenbao Pavilion will have to pay a price. I see that you are so active, it seems that you are ready to pay enough price."

Ouyang Zichen said with a smile: "However, ordinary people cannot afford the punishment from Zhenbao Pavilion."

His smile looks extremely shallow, coupled with the narrow peach eyes, but it makes people feel a chill for no reason.

(End of this chapter)