In the Yin Si Yamen, the Ten Yamas do not sit in the temple every day, they are in charge of all the affairs of the underworld, such as interrogating ordinary dead souls, usually handed over to their own judges, each Hades has a different number of judges, only when they encounter a major criminal, or a very well-known revenant, they will personally interrogate.

There were three judges under the Master, and this old man with a blue face and purple beard was one of them.

The old judge's enthusiasm frightened me, and I withdrew my hand, took a step back, and looked at him with a smirk, "What is it?" I haven't heard of it! ”

With a tightening of his fingers, the old judge took my hand again, "Don't be nervous, there is no one else here." ”

Then he scribbled my palm with his other hand and wrote a few words on it.

When I seriously understood the words he wrote in my hand, my face changed, and I couldn't help but look at him seriously, only to see the old judge smile and nod slightly to me.

The old judge wrote: Little brother Ziwu, your master entrusted me to take care of you.

At this point, I had no doubts and was busy leaning down to him.

The old judge hurriedly held my hand, pulled me aside, and waved at the Yin soldiers who were guarding the entrance of the hall, and the two Yin soldiers also retreated with interest.

I looked at the empty seats in the center of the main hall and remembered Master, before I passed away, there were only two temples left in the human world, presumably most of them were done by Bai Qi, and I began to worry about the progress of his maintenance of the temple of Taishan Mansion.

The old judge's words pulled me back from my thoughts, and he reminded me, "Ziwu, Bei Wuzi who leads the side in the Demon Village is you, right?" Yin Si already knows and is about to send someone to capture you, why are you here again? ”

I gave a brief account of what I had to do, and the old judge replied with great seriousness, after a moment's thought.

"You go to hell, this matter is not difficult, just a piece of paper, the old man can naturally issue it for you, but, hell comes and goes for as little as three or five days, I am afraid that Yin Si will know your identity at that time, maybe Yin Si has begun to arrest you on the day you are released from prison, and King Taishan is not here, I can't protect you, you have to think about the stakes involved."

I had made up my mind, and said, "Then please ask the judge to give me a document earlier, and I will go early and return early." ”

The old judge shook his head slightly, returned to the table, and said while opening the paperwork for me: Then I will record you as a registered postman in the capacity of Liu Pan, and also open a document for you in the capacity of Liu Pan, you must be careful! ”

The old judge opened the paperwork, handed it into my hands, summoned two Yin soldiers who were in charge of escorting the evil spirits to hell, and led me out of the Taishan Palace.

I pinched the paperwork and walked behind the Yin soldiers for more than ten minutes, before I finished the ten major halls, and arrived in front of a more majestic hall, with a blood-colored plaque on it, which read: Hell of the Yin Si Mansion.

There is a couplet written on the pillars on both sides of the temple door, and the upper couplet is, there are three rooms in the yang world, and the harm to the sky is up to you. The next link is, the underworld, who has been let go throughout the ages.

At the entrance of the hall stood two majestic officials, commanding dozens of soldiers, guarding the entrance to the hell.

Seeing the faces of these two, I could already guess their identities.

These two, one with horns and nostrils facing the sky, and the other with a face as long as a horse and a thin body, made me a little timid at the sight of them.

"This is the Huangquan postman, here to deliver the letter!" The Yin soldier who brought me over briefly introduced me to Niu Tou Ma Mian, and then even if the task was completed, he left the front of the palace and didn't care about me anymore.

"Is there a pass?" The minotaur is tall and strong, and his mouth is full of rough and unreasonable tones.

I handed over the document with both hands, "There is a document that has been personally approved by the judge of the Seven Palaces. "I don't speak humbly or arrogantly, and the more I see Yin Si heavyweights, the more I have to maintain my postman's aura.

Niu Tou glanced at the paperwork and handed it to Ma Mian on the side, his interest was not in the paperwork, but in me.

"There's not a single Yellow Springs postman who hasn't been here lately, you all have some skills, what will you do? Give me a show to pass! ”

As soon as Niu Tou finished speaking, the small soldiers and pawns behind him came up and applauded, "Come one, come one." ”

For a moment, I felt like I was in the middle of a theatrical performance, and the expectant eyes around me were looking forward to getting a satisfying performance from me.

"A few big brothers made fun of it, they were humble in their skills, and compared with the two famous bull-headed and horse-faced adults, they were simply a class with an axe, how dare they show their ugliness?"

I rubbed the back of my head, and quickly calculated in my mind that listening to the bull's words, they should often make things difficult for some postmen who came to hell to deliver letters, and if they didn't give the show a hand, I was afraid that they wouldn't be able to get in.

As soon as I finished speaking, a large cloud of white gas snorted from the nostrils of the bull head and sprayed it on my face, "If you want to go in, you have to let the brothers have fun, let me add one more point, we have seen enough of your Huangquan postman's tricks, what to use charms, escape and exorcism, you must give us something fresh." ”

After listening to him, I was even more upset, I thought that if I really couldn't do it, I would recite them a few spells, and even if I had performed two sets of punches or a few footwork, I didn't expect them to be so picky.

That's right, I haven't seen anything about the bull head and horse face guarding the eighteen hells, I thought about it, and touched the head of the little murderer in my left pocket, so I can only do this.

In just a few days since the little murderer followed me, I have formed a strange and mutually trusting tacit understanding between me and it, which can be said to be a heart-to-heart connection, and it has been shrunk in its pocket since I entered the capital city and has never come out, so no one else has seen it.

"And a magic trick for you?"

"Magic?" Niu Tou Ma Mian became interested when he heard it, "I heard that this thing is a new popular thing in the yang world in recent years, but it's a pity that our brother's duty is to go to the yang world to see it once, if you really become good, one of my brothers will accompany you to prison to send a letter when the time comes!" ”

"Thank you very much!" I hurriedly thanked him and pointed to the nostrils of the bull head, "Brother Niu, believe it or not, I can conjure a bird out of your nostrils?" ”

The bull head was so happy that the snot bubbles were about to come out, "Okay, good, change!" ”

I held out my fingers for him to stand closer, then put my hands together and put them in front of his nostrils, "Big brother, hum!" ”

The bull head hummed softly, and I still felt the dampness and heat of my fingers.

"Very well, then it's time to witness the miracle."

I said a line I had learned from the pretending magicians on TV, and spread my hands out to indicate that there was nothing in them.

But then, the bull seemed to feel an itch in his nose, and he involuntarily reached out to pluck his nostrils, and a small bird poked its head out of it.