Almighty Cultivator: Second Miss Waste Chai

Chapter 861 Every monk knows how to search for souls

When he returned to Zhenbao Pavilion, that man took out a dozen storage bags and put them on the table in one breath, with a look of begging for praise: "Uncle Ouyang, look how smart I am, I bought so many raw materials for you. "

They are really smart, they didn't think of this at the beginning. Once the Treasure Pavilion publicly destroys those magical pills in ten days, it will definitely cause panic among the monks in the entire Southern Spiritual World. It may rise sharply, double or several times.

Ouyang Zichen smiled and said, "It's a pity that you don't do business with your brain."

The man blinked his big eyes: "Then how can Uncle Ouyang thank me?"

Ouyang Zichen raised his eyebrows: "Oh, how do you want to thank you?"

That thought for a while, then stretched out his finger to make a condition: "First, you have to buy us something to eat."

Sure enough, he is a foodie, he never forgets to eat at any time, Ouyang Zichen smiled and nodded: "Okay, no problem."

"Second," that man glanced at the storage bag on the table: "Second, there are a few things in here that I picked out for myself, you can give them to me."

He said, as if afraid that Ouyang Zichen would disagree, he added: "Those things are not too expensive, really."

Ouyang Zichen was amused by his serious expression, and he said: "Okay, just take whatever you like, and Uncle Ouyang will give it to you."

That one smiled and rolled his eyes: "Okay, thank you Uncle Ouyang."

Several people checked the magical medicine pills bought from those shops again, and as expected, there are dozens of items in so many shops, only three magic weapons and a bottle of medicine pills are real, and the others are fake of.

The situation was more serious than imagined. Several people looked at each other and fell silent.

I don't know how long this situation has lasted, and I don't know how many magic weapons are fake in the hands of the monks in the Southern Spirit World.

Ouyang Zichen broke the silence and said, "Fortunately, we are not monks from the Southern Spirit Realm. If such a thing happens in the Five Elements Realm, it will be really terrible."

Bei Liuguang thought for a while, and lifted the stunned monk out of the space.

The cultivator was controlled by him and has been in a coma for a long time, and he still hasn't woken up.

Bei Liuguang said: "We might as well ask him to see what he knows."

Ouyang Zichen shook his head and said: "It's useless to ask, he is just an errand runner at best, and he certainly doesn't know anything that is too important."

Qin Mingyue said: "Ask how much you get." She didn't know how things turned out like this. In the beginning, it was just a fake golden-eyed beast eyeball.

Bei Liuguang woke him up. The monk was still a little confused when he woke up, and he was out of state.

He didn't even open his eyes, and asked in a daze: "What time is this? I'm going to the Zhenbao Pavilion today to get back the eyeball of the golden-eyed beast. Speaking of which, the Zhenbao Pavilion is also quite ruthless, even asking for a price 100 million spirit stones."

"However, 100 million is 100 million. If you buy a king beast eyeball for 100 million high-grade spirit stones, you still make money."

"Hey, why does my head hurt so much?"

He held his head and opened his eyes, only to find that he was lying on the ground. When he turned his eyes, he saw Ouyang Zichen sitting opposite him, and he was scared away by all the confusion.

He blurted out: "Where is this place? Who are you?" After saying this, he realized that he was stupid. The person in front of him was Ouyang Zichen, and it must be the site of Zhenbao Pavilion.

He got up from the ground and looked at everyone in the study warily: "Why am I here? What do you want?"

Ouyang Zichen narrowed his narrow peach blossom eyes, and looked at him coldly: "It should be what you think!"

"Tell me, how many people are there in total, why did you fake it? How long has this matter been going on?"

"What is your purpose?"

Ouyang Zichen's words came out one after another, which made the monk dizzy.

The already unattractive complexion became even uglier.

He said: "Mr. Ouyang, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"

"You Zhenbao Pavilion replaced the real ones with fake golden-eyed beast eyes, and now you want to kill me?"

Ouyang looked at him coldly: "Do you think, even if I let you go now, can you go back alive without being silenced by them?"

The monk's face turned pale again, and he argued forcefully, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ouyang Zichen said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I will naturally not force you."

"However, what I want to tell you is that I have found out all the adulterated items in the entire Treasure Pavilion, and they will be destroyed separately at the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion in ten days. At that time, you will be the counterfeit The only person who knows, together with those fakes, faces all the monks in the Southern Spiritual Realm."

"At that time, some people and some forces want to know the truth."

"Searching for the soul and refining the soul, I think every monk can do it."

The cultivator's face changed greatly when Ouyang Zichen said it, and he shouted at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? The fakes in your Zhenbao Pavilion are your own business. What does it have to do with me? You don't need to scare me."

Ouyang Zichen said: "If you don't say it, it has something to do with you."

"My son only knows that you brought the fake golden-eyed beast's eyeballs to the Treasure Pavilion."

The man said loudly: "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense. When I took it, it was clearly true. Your own treasure appraisers have also verified it. It is your Zhenbao Pavilion who wants to be seen through by me, so you slandered me."

"Yes, that's it, you Zhenbao Pavilion are slandering me!"

Ouyang Zichen said lightly: "Whether it's slander or not, you don't count. At that time, the monks in the whole Southern Spiritual World will ask you clearly."

"You have three days to think about it. After these three days, even if you want to say it, I don't want to hear it anymore. Just wait ten days later and explain it clearly to the monks in the entire Southern Spiritual Realm."

As he spoke, he called Manager Zhou over and told him, "Put him in a secret room. Within three days, if he has something to say to me, bring him to see me. After three days, no matter what he says, You can ignore it.”

Steward Zhou responded respectfully, and carried the monk out. Just as he reached the door, the monk shouted loudly: "I don't know, I don't know anything, let me go."

He was struggling in the hands of Zhou Guanshi, and Zhou Guanshi hated him for using a fake bead to deceive people. If Ouyang Zichen was not here, he would have beaten him until his mother didn't know him. How could he break free? As the weight was increased, the monk let out a scream of pain.

Seeing that there was no struggle, and he was about to leave Ouyang Zichen's sight, and Zhou Guanshi wanted to eat his eyes, the monk finally yelled: "I say, I say."

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