At noon on an autumn day, there was silence in the wilderness.

Luo Zixin was driving the buffalo to plough the land on the slope, ploughing round and round, turning up layers of black soil, looking like layers of black waves from a distance. The buffalo pulling the plough refused to go when it reached the edge of the ridge, and Luo Zixin whipped it, and it had to reluctantly continue walking.

Luo Zixin also understands the psychology of animals, so he frowned and shouted, don't you want to do it? You brute knows that it's noon? Tell you that there is still a small compartment of land, and the ploughing is finished. I'm not hungry yet, and there's still a little bit of something to do right now, so if I don't grit my teeth and finish it, can I shirk it?

The buffalo ploughed the field as honestly as it had begun.

At this time, Luo Zixin saw a lock of black shadows in the sky passing overhead, he was careless, but carelessly, as soon as he looked up, he felt that something sticky was stuck on his forehead, reached out and touched it, and put it in front of his eyes to see that it was a white bird feces with black.

He looked angrily at the sky, and saw that the shadow of the bird had melted into the vast sky.

Luo Zixin sighed to himself: It's really unlucky, a piece of bird poop fell on his forehead. He immediately let go of the hand of the plough and let the buffalo pause between the furrows, and he jumped to the edge of the ground, wiped his hand that had been sticking to the bird droppings on the yellowed grass and showed autumn colors, and came over to continue driving the buffalo to plow the field.

Suddenly, the sound of an urn lingering in my ears, and there is a piece of land, if you can't finish plowing, you won't plow, come with us!

Luo Zixin looked around, but there was no one, so he asked into the void in surprise, who was talking to me?

Luo Zixin blinked, and two figures appeared in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, one with a pair of horns on his head, holding a steel fork, looking at him with a hideous face, claiming to be the head of a cow in the shadows; An elongated horse-faced, chain-wielding, fierce look at him, claiming to be the face of Hades.

Luo Zixin was shocked, and pretended to be calm and asked, where is there any Yin Cao Hades? Where is there any bull head and horse noodles? This is all feudal superstition, what era is it now? Are you still using this to scare me? I tell you, I am an atheist and a materialist, and if you have anything to do with me, there is no need to pretend to be a ghost, and if you insist on doing this, I will report to the Minister of Armed Forces of the Commune, and he will arrest you two and fight with black cards, and then it will be too late to regret it.

The bull stomped his steel fork on the plow, and sparks splashed in all directions, and one (spark) splashed towards Luo Zixin, and he immediately showed not the pain of being burned by the fire, but his body trembling, and his face was white, and it took a while to return to normal. He was still chilling in his heart, and he had become much more honest.

Niu Tou shook the steel fork in his hand in front of Luo Zixin, and said sharply, you are an atheist and a materialist, let you taste the power of this artifact today.

Luo Zisheng was afraid of being attacked again, so he shouted in horror, don't, don't, I'll accept it.

I think atheists and materialists are the real superstitions, they only superstitious things that can be seen and touched, and they think that things that are not in the power of people, that is, things that are neither seen nor touched, do not exist, which is not only superstition, but also ignorance.

If we regard day and night as two levels of yang and yin, then materialists and atheists seem to only admit that there is day, and do not believe in night, is it ridiculous?

Luo Zixin was also shocked when he found that the buffalo kicked its hooves and shook its head uncomfortably. He took a step, stroked the buffalo, and said, Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

The buffalo was still uncomfortable, and snorted, as if to embolden himself. Suddenly, the head of the ox and the face of the horse disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, two blue-haired shepherd boys, one fat and one thin, each grabbed a handful of hay in their hands, waved at the buffalo and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we will give you grass to eat."

The buffalo calmed down, and stretched out its long tongue to greet and chew on the fodder they brought to their mouths.

Luo Zixin found that the forage sent by the fat shepherd boy was a handful of bamboo leaves; The fodder given by the skinny shepherd boy was a handful of green vines. The buffalo blinked and enjoyed the meal, taking a bite of the bamboo leaf on the left and the green vine on the right, looking calm.

Luo Zixin was very surprised, but said calmly, why do you need to feed my buffalo, after plowing this land, I will drive it to the mountain to graze grass. Tell me what you have to do! I'm still busy.

The fat shepherd boy turned around and said, Then I'll tell you! Ma Mian and I are here to arrest you and ask for your life, and you don't have to plow the land, come with us!

Luo Zixin asked inexplicably, what crime did I commit?

The fat shepherd boy immediately turned back to the shape of a cow's head, and the bamboo leaf in his hand also changed back to the original steel fork.

Niu Tou spoke straight to the point, you deserve to die, 120 years ago, your name was Cai Wanmin, and you participated in a gang of gangsters who robbed a boat of soybeans on the Chibi River, and killed a family of 7 people surnamed Cao, I and Mamian Shenjun have been looking for you for decades, and today I finally found you. I will take you to the Hall of Judgment of the Underworld to stand trial now.

At this time, the thin shepherd boy stopped feeding the buffalo and graze, and changed back to his original horse-face, and the green vine in his hand also became a shiny iron chain that began to hold in his hand. I saw that he shook the iron chain in his hand, and he wanted to lock Luo Zixin's soul, so that he could return to Yin Cao to recover his life.

Luo Zixin immediately knelt down and became much more honest. He said, "Two Divine Monarchs." Looking at the bull's head, he continued, if it was really like what you said, I did something that violated the conscience of heaven 120 years ago, I would be willing to be punished. But can you give some time to spare?

The bull head asked, how long do you want to be forgiven?

Luo Zixin replied, I am plowing the land now, and after plowing the land, I will plant wheat, can I let the wheat in this field grow, that is, the wheat will be yellow in May tomorrow, and I will use the wheat to grind wheat flour to make fragrant wheat buns and eat it, at that time, it is also around Duanyang in May, can you catch me again?

The bull head said loudly, no.

Luo Zixin looked begging, he said, when the time comes, I will make more fragrant wheat buns for the two of you to enjoy, okay?

The horse elongated his already long face, and said in a non-negotiable tone, no, you want to bribe us, don't you? Resolutely no.

The bull head made a gesture and told you clearly that you must be arrested and sent to the underworld to serve your sentence within this year, this is the order of the judge of the Ghost Judgment Hall of the Underworld, and we dare not disobey it. Because your case has dragged on for too long, you can't blame us for being ruthless.

Luo Zixin said, it will be delayed in more days, can't it be delayed for a few more months?

And the bull head said, No, you can go with us now.

Luo Zixin honestly kowtowed a few times to Niu Tou Ma Mian, and then said, in this case, can you let me go through the Lunar New Year, that is, after the Spring Festival?

The bull head turned his eyes sideways, let go of his voice, no. You must be taken away before the year ago.

Luo Zixin said in a consultative tone, then so be it! I'll go home and make arrangements, and you will come back to arrest me at a certain date.

Only then did the bull head change his stiff tone and said gently: That's okay. Say it yourself!

Luo Zixin said, on the eighteenth day of the lunar month, you come to pick me up again, and I will go with you.

The bull head said, "Okay!"

Ma Mian put away the chain that he shook in his hand, looked at Luo Zixin and smiled slightly, and said Okay! Now that I've found you, you'll never be able to run anymore!