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Pang Ji on the side witnessed this sudden appearance, as if he had been scared out of his soul, and he was speechless.

Asura.

Not ghosts, not beasts.

Demigods, also half-humans.

The person in front of him is an asura.

The evil god in the Tianzhu Sect is also one of the eight divisions of the Buddhist protector god Tianlong.

Brave and good at fighting, ruthless and decisive.

Bloodthirsty.

In Guangya Temple, Pang Ji once saw the statue of an Asura from Tianzhu.

Three heads and six arms, a blue-black face, spitting fire from his mouth, his eyes are split, terrifying and terrifying.

and the calm and calm beautiful man in front of him, there is no resemblance at all.

But for some reason, Pang Ji just remembered Asura.

Just when everyone didn't come to their senses, Lexin said coldly to the officials: "Pass the order, from now on, every pot of rice soup must be poured into a bowl of sediment and stirred evenly before it can be distributed." ”

Then he turned to the people in line and said, "If you can eat, you can eat, and if you can't eat, if you have any complaints, you can come to the yamen, and this son will definitely answer in person." ”

After that, regardless of the stunned hearts of everyone, he took his entourage and walked straight in the direction of the yamen.

……

In the Yamen's mansion, the afternoon sun shone obliquely on the courtyard.

After a series of heavy rains, the flooded wilted bellflower flowers still remained, one here and one there.

Lexin sat in the first seat of the hall, without saying a word, swept away the floating tea foam with the lid of the cup, and asked coldly, "Is it Bailu tea?"

Huo Yizheng questioned his approach, but the scene of killing people and standing up for power had already frightened him into losing his temperament, and he replied in a panic: "Yes, if you return to the world, it is Bai Lu tea." ”

"Can there be a Ming Qian?"

Huo Yizheng shook his head timidly.

Lexin sighed: "That's it, let's just drink it." ”

Pang Ji came back to his senses and asked, "Shizi, do you have to think about the matter of mixing mud and sand in this rice soup?"

Lexin turned his head to look at him, his eyes as cold as the cold snow in the past three or nine days.

"Weigh what?"

Pang Ji thought of those scrawny victims, and when he thought that they were going to eat this rice soup stirred with mud and sand, he felt compassion, and immediately straightened his waist and said to Lexin: "Why are the disaster victims innocent?

Lexin sneered and said: "If it is a real disaster victim, eat the bark of the tree, and eat the grass roots, there is really no way, even Guanyin soil has to be eaten, there is this half-muddy and half-water rice soup to eat, isn't it to thank God?"

After that, he took a sip of tea, as if he felt bitter and couldn't eat, sighed, put down the cup, and said: "Only in this way, the one who came to eat and drink will not come again." ”

Pang Ji was silent.

And so it is. This method is much easier and more straightforward than a thorough check.

Lexin asked Huo Yizheng again: "How many rations are there?"

"Back to the world, there are still seven hundred and thirty-six stones. ”

"Where's the treasury?"

Huo Yi had a difficult face and said, "There are still ...... Less than a thousand. ”

Lexin supported his head with his right hand, held his cheek in contemplation, and after a moment, he ordered: "Huo Yizheng, you immediately ordered someone to use this thousand yuan to buy all the bran that can be bought in Taiyuan Mansion." ”

"Bran?" Huo Yizheng asked blankly.

"Hmm. Lexin said awe-inspiringly: "From tomorrow, every stone of rice will be mixed with three stones of bran to cook this rice soup." ”

"One stone of rice for three stones of bran bran?!"

The two couldn't believe it.

Lexin explained indifferently: "One stone of rice is exchanged for three stones of bran bran, so that the rations that could have saved one person can now save four people." ”

Pang Ji angrily asked Le Xin: "What is the bran for the livestock to eat, are you raising livestock or raising animals?"

Lexin put away his sword, wiped the blood dripping from his eyebrows with his backhand, and said: "This is not a yamen, and this son does not need evidence." ”

Pang Ji on the side witnessed this sudden appearance, as if he had been scared out of his soul, and he was speechless.

Asura.

Not ghosts, not beasts.

Demigods, also half-humans.

The person in front of him is an asura.

The evil god in the Tianzhu Sect is also one of the eight divisions of the Buddhist protector god Tianlong.

Brave and good at fighting, ruthless and decisive.

Bloodthirsty.

In Guangya Temple, Pang Ji once saw the statue of an Asura from Tianzhu.

Three heads and six arms, a blue-black face, spitting fire from his mouth, his eyes are split, terrifying and terrifying.

and the calm and calm beautiful man in front of him, there is no resemblance at all.

But for some reason, Pang Ji just remembered Asura.

Just when everyone didn't come to their senses, Lexin said coldly to the officials: "Pass the order, from now on, every pot of rice soup must be poured into a bowl of sediment and stirred evenly before it can be distributed." ”

Then he turned to the people in line and said, "If you can eat, you can eat, and if you can't eat, if you have any complaints, you can come to the yamen, and this son will definitely answer in person." ”

After that, regardless of the stunned hearts of everyone, he took his entourage and walked straight in the direction of the yamen.

……

In the Yamen's mansion, the afternoon sun shone obliquely on the courtyard.

After a series of heavy rains, the flooded wilted bellflower flowers still remained, one here and one there.

Lexin sat in the first seat of the hall, without saying a word, swept away the floating tea foam with the lid of the cup, and asked coldly, "Is it Bailu tea?"

Huo Yizheng questioned his approach, but the scene of killing people and standing up for power had already frightened him into losing his temperament, and he replied in a panic: "Yes, if you return to the world, it is Bai Lu tea." ”

"Can there be a Ming Qian?"

Huo Yizheng shook his head timidly.

Lexin sighed: "That's it, let's just drink it." ”

Pang Ji came back to his senses and asked, "Shizi, do you have to think about the matter of mixing mud and sand in this rice soup?"

Lexin turned his head to look at him, his eyes as cold as the cold snow in the past three or nine days.

"Weigh what?"

Pang Ji thought of those scrawny victims, and when he thought that they were going to eat this rice soup stirred with mud and sand, he felt compassion, and immediately straightened his waist and said to Lexin: "Why are the disaster victims innocent?

Lexin sneered and said: "If it is a real disaster victim, eat the bark of the tree, and eat the grass roots, there is really no way, even Guanyin soil has to be eaten, there is this half-muddy and half-water rice soup to eat, isn't it to thank God?"

After that, he took a sip of tea, as if he felt bitter and couldn't eat, sighed, put down the cup, and said: "Only in this way, the one who came to eat and drink will not come again." ”

Pang Ji was silent.

And so it is. This method is much easier and more straightforward than a thorough check.

Lexin asked Huo Yizheng again: "How many rations are there?"