At noon one autumn day, the wilderness was silent.
Luo Zixin was driving a buffalo to plow the land on the slope, plowing round and round, turning up layers of black soil that looked like layers of black waves from a distance. The buffalo pulling the plow refused to leave when it reached the edge of the ridge. Luo Zixin whipped it, and it had no choice but to continue walking.
Luo Zixin also understood the psychology of animals, so he frowned and shouted, "Don't you want to do it anymore?" You beast, you know it's noon? Let me tell you that there is still a small plot of land left, so we can call it a day after plowing it. I'm not hungry yet, but I still have something to do. Can I shirk it if I don't grit my teeth and finish it?
The buffalo plowed a circle of land honestly as before.
At this time, Luo Zixin saw a dark shadow passing over his head in the sky. He didn't notice it, but he noticed it again. When he looked up, he felt something sticky was stuck on his forehead. He stretched out his hand and touched it. At first glance, it was a mass of white and black bird droppings.
He looked toward the sky angrily and found that the shadows of birds flying farther and farther had merged into the vast horizon.
Luo Zixin sighed to himself: What a bad luck, a piece of bird droppings fell on his forehead. Then he immediately let go of the hand holding the plow and let the buffalo pause in the field. He jumped to the edge of the field and wiped his hand stained with bird excrement on the green and yellow grass that was already showing the autumn colors. Come over and continue driving the buffalo to plow the land.
Suddenly, a raging voice lingered in my ears, and there was still a lot of land. If you can’t finish plowing, you’d better stop plowing. Come with us!
Luo Zixin looked around anxiously, but saw no one, so he asked in the void in surprise, who is talking to me?
Luo Zixin blinked, and two figures appeared in front of him, one on the left and one on the right. One had a pair of horns on his head, holding a steel fork, looking at him ferociously, claiming to be the sinister bull head; the other had a long horse face and held an iron chain in his hand. , staring at him fiercely, claiming to be the horse face of Hades.
Luo Zixin was shocked, and then asked calmly, where is the underworld? Where can I find bull-headed horse noodles? This is all feudal superstition. What era is it now? Are you still trying to scare me with this? Let me tell you, I am an atheist and a materialist. If you have any problem with me, just tell me. There is no need to pretend. If you insist on doing this, I will report it to the Minister of Armed Forces of the Commune. He will arrest you both and put you on the map. If you play card games, it will be too late to regret it.
Niutou stamped the steel fork on the plow shaft, sparks flew everywhere, and one (spark) flew towards Luo Zixin. What he immediately felt was not the pain of being burned by the fire, but his body was shaking non-stop, his face turned pale, and his mouth turned white. Only then returned to normal. He was still cold in his heart and became much more honest.
Niutou waved the steel fork in his hand in front of Luo Zixin and said sternly, "You are an atheist and a materialist. Today I will let you taste the power of this artifact."
Luo Zixin was afraid of being attacked again, so he shouted in horror, "No, no, no, I surrender."
He said, "I think atheists and materialists are the real superstitious people. They only believe in things that can be seen and touched. They are superstitious about things that are beyond human ability, that is, things that are both invisible and intangible." To think that it does not exist is not only superstition, but also ignorance.
Everything has a feminine side and a masculine side, and the two cannot be biased. If day and night are regarded as two levels, yang and yin, then materialists and atheists seem to only recognize the existence of day and do not believe in night. Is this right? That's ridiculous?
Luo Zixin found that the buffalo was also frightened. It kicked its hooves uncomfortably and shook its head. He then took a step forward, stroked the buffalo and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
The buffalo was still uncomfortable and snorted, as if to embolden itself. Suddenly, the cow's head and horse's face disappeared. In the blink of an eye, two green-haired shepherd boys appeared, one fat and one thin. They each held a handful of fodder in their hands, waved to the buffalo and said: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we Give me grass to eat.
As expected, the buffalo calmed down and stretched out its long and thick tongue to greet and chew the grass they brought to its mouth.
Luo Zixin discovered that the fodder given by the fat shepherd boy was a handful of bamboo leaves; the fodder given by the thin shepherd boy was a handful of ivy. The buffalo blinked and enjoyed the meal. It took a bite of the bamboo leaves on the left and another bite of the ivy on the right, looking calm and composed.
Luo Zixin was very surprised, but said calmly, why do you need to feed my buffalo? After plowing the land, I will drive it to the mountain to graze. If you have anything, please tell me! I'm still busy.
The fat shepherd boy turned around and said, "I'll tell you then!" Ma Mian and I are here to arrest you and demand your life on the orders of the Yin Division Judge. You don't have to plow the land anymore. Come with us!
Luo Zixin asked inexplicably, what crime have I committed?
The fat shepherd boy immediately transformed back into his cow-headed form, and the bamboo leaf in his hand also transformed back into its original steel fork.
Niu Tou got straight to the point. You deserve death. 120 years ago, your name was Cai Wanmin. You joined a group of gangsters to rob a ship of soybeans on the Chibi River and killed seven members of a family named Cao. Ma Mian and I The Lord God has been looking for you for decades, and today he finally found you. Now I will take you to the Underworld’s Ghost Judgment Hall for trial.
At this time, the skinny shepherd boy stopped feeding the buffalo and changed into his original horse-like appearance. The ivy in his hand also turned into a shiny iron chain that he started holding in his hand. I saw him shaking the iron chain in his hand to lock Luo Zixin's soul and return to the underworld.
Luo Zixin immediately knelt down and became much more honest. He said, two divine kings. He looked at the bull head and continued, "If it's like you said, I did something that went against the law and conscience 120 years ago, I am willing to be punished." But can it be extended for some time?
Niutou asked, how long do you want grace?
Luo Zixin replied, I am plowing the land now. After plowing the land, I will sow wheat seeds. Can I make the wheat grow in this land? That is, by tomorrow in May, the wheat will turn yellow and be cut. I will use the wheat to grind wheat flour to make fragrant wheat buns to eat. , that time is also around the Dragon Boat Festival in May, can you come and arrest me again?
Niutou said loudly, no.
Luo Zixin looked like he was begging. He said, "I will make more fragrant wheat steamed buns for you two to enjoy at that time, okay?"
Ma Mian stretched his already long face and said in a non-negotiable tone, "No, you want to bribe us, don't you?" Definitely not.
Niu Tou made gestures and said, clearly telling you that you must be taken to the underworld to serve your sentence within this year. This is the order of the judge of the Ghost Judge Hall in the underworld, and we dare not disobey it. Because your case has been delayed for too long, you cannot blame us for being ruthless.
Luo Zixin said, if it takes too long, it will be delayed. Can't it be delayed for a few more months?
Niutou said again, no, you come with us now.
Luo Zixin kowtowed a few times to the bull-headed and horse-faced people, and then said, in this case, can you let me go after the Lunar New Year, that is, after the Spring Festival?
Niu Tou raised his eyes and said loudly, "No." You must be captured before the end of the year.
Luo Zixin said in a consultative tone, so be it! I'll go home and make arrangements, and you can set a date to catch me again.
Niutou then changed his harsh tone and said gently: That's fine. Make your own date!
Luo Zixin said, on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, you come to pick me up again and I will go with you.
Niutou said, OK!
Ma Mian closed the chain in his hand, looked at Luo Zixin, smiled slightly, and said okay! Now that I have found you, you can no longer run away!
