The woman was greatly shocked and hurried to embrace her son, but the boy pushed her aside. He hopped off the wooden horse, went to the door, and stood there saying, "You never let me walk usually, which made me so weak that I died from just a minor chill. Now, you cry over my bolenggu all day, and your tears drip onto my clothes, never drying. Look here..." The boy picked up a lantern hanging by the door and illuminated his clothes. The woman leaned in closer and saw, sure enough, large patches of wet stains on his garments, and instantly burst into tears of renewed heartache. The son said, "Don't cry anymore. I am doing very well underground; I only have one wish I cannot fulfill." The woman wiped her tears and quickly asked her son to tell her what it was. The son put down the lantern, sat on the floor, tilted his head back, and said to the woman, "My bolenggu is still at home; I didn't bring it with me. Can you send it over for me?"

Send it over? The woman was troubled to hear this. The realms of the living and the dead were like heaven and earth—save for birth, aging, sickness, and death, the two worlds never communicated. How could one "send" a bolenggu across?

Seeing the woman silent, the son knew she was troubled, so he continued, "Just wrap the bolenggu in huangbiaozhi paper, write my name and birth and death dates on the outside, affix a 'Two Realms' stamp, and burn it on the night of the fifteenth, and I will receive it." With that, the son ran out the door. The woman chased after him, but in the courtyard, there was only a bright full moon, and no one else.

Upon waking, the woman rushed to find the old man and told him the dream, detail by detail. After listening, the old man shook his head repeatedly. Ordinary stamps could be bought from customs through connections, but he had never heard of where to buy this "Two Realms" stamp, nor had anyone ever heard of inter-realm postal service between Yin and Yang. However, the woman wept, saying she had eaten the incense ash given by the Bodhisattva, that her son had told her this in the dream, and that even if it meant tearing down the house, she would obtain the "Two Realms" stamp to send her beloved bolenggu to her son.

The old man was at a loss, so he took the woman outside the city to find Huang Banxian, who lived in the mountains. Huang Banxian was famous locally for fortune-telling. Whether a family was facing impending doom or celebrating a joyous event, his divination by simply counting on his fingers was almost always accurate. But he had a rule for his readings: "Do not calculate the near; calculate the far; do not calculate at sunrise; calculate at sunset," and he would only perform one reading a day. Because he was so accurate, many people sought his services, sometimes lining up outside his home for days and nights, or even more than ten days, just to get their turn. Thus, the old couple packed their bedding and stayed outside Huang Banxian’s home for ten days and nights. On the eleventh day, it was finally their turn. As soon as Huang Banxian saw them enter, he asked nothing, directly produced a bottle, and told them, "First, go to customs and buy the stamps. After you buy them, on the fifteenth, drop a single tear from an ox's eye onto the back of the stamp, then pour the contents of this bottle onto the back of the stamp, using it as paste to affix the stamp onto the item you wish to send. After that, burn it, and the person will receive it."

The couple, seeing that they hadn't even spoken, realized Huang Banxian already knew their purpose. They were immediately convinced, bowed deeply in gratitude, and left with the bottle. Returning home, the old man hired someone to buy the stamps, and then, following Huang Banxian's instructions, wrapped the bolenggu in huangbiaozhi paper, affixed the stamp, and burned it. That very night, the woman dreamed her son was happily playing on the wooden horse, holding the bolenggu. After that night, the woman never cried again, and her son's clothes remained clean.

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