She looked up at Monk Miaojue in surprise: "This is?" ”

"This string of Buddhist beads is enlightened and can help you calm your soul. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Monk Miaojue glanced at her slender wrist, her face was calm, and her eyes were peaceful.

Soul fixing?! Fan Yingying was a little stunned, she didn't understand the meaning of his words, and just wanted to ask out loud, she heard the monk Miaojue say: "You are not a person who believes in Buddhism, many things are a little troublesome to explain, let me tell you simply, people have three souls and seven spirits since ancient times, and now you have three souls to one, and the soul is also incomplete, in the eyes of those yin souls, you are naturally the same as them, so you can see ghosts and ghosts." I advise you, it is best not to go to a place like a temple when the soul is not complete, it will be sad and tired, this string of sandalwood Buddha beads can help you fix the soul, although it can not exorcise demons and demons, but it can ensure that the other souls in your body are safe and sound. ”

"You mean, I lost my soul? This, how is this possible! Fan Yingying was shocked, only to feel a basin of cold water poured down, and her limbs were cold for a while: "Master, please, save me, this, this soul is gone, will I die!" ”

"I can only help you get here, I'm not good at exorcizing ghosts and evil spirits, otherwise, I'll let Han Sicheng find you tomorrow, it's not good for your health to stay in the temple like this for a long time."

Fan Yingying was furious in her heart by what he said, and her mind was empty, but now she was listening to one step at a time, and she had no idea at all, so she quickly nodded and agreed, turned around and was just about to leave, and was stopped by Monk Miaojue: "Your current physique is better not to go out at night, remember, remember." ”

Fan Yingying also wanted to ask him why he lost his soul, but the monk Miaojue refused to say much, Fan Yingying didn't ask anything, and she didn't dare to stay in the temple for too long, so she had to leave in a huff.

Out of the gate of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, she just remembered that she had not said the Buddhist scriptures with Miaojue, she looked down at the sandalwood Buddha beads on her wrist, and suddenly lost her courage, if it was known that she stole the Buddhist scriptures, I am afraid that she is even more reluctant to help her, right?

That night, Fan Yingying nested on the bed, rubbing sandalwood Buddha beads in her hands, tossing and turning pondering the words of Monk Miaojue, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, how could she lose her soul and lose her soul?

It must be the female ghost who is doing it!

I thought about it for most of the night, and it wasn't until the sky was bright that I faintly felt sleepy, and I squinted for a short time, but I had a dream that was too real and clear.

In the dream, Mrs. Li chased her behind like crazy, she ran forward lifelessly, she was exhausted by the chase, and in the end she couldn't run, so she simply stopped and turned around and waited for Mrs. Li to catch up.

Mrs. Li was wearing a plain shroud, stiffened, her pale face was painted with heavy makeup of a dead man, and a pair of eyes looked at Fan Yingying lifelessly, she kept opening and closing her breathless mouth, as if she had something to say to Fan Yingying.

Fan Yingying stared at her mouth tightly, but found that she couldn't hear what she said at all.

The more Mrs. Li spoke, the more anxious she became, and suddenly grabbed Fan Yingying's arm, the cold and temperatureless touch was like a giant python tightly wrapped around her body, and she clamped her wrist desperately, and a sharp pain hit, Fan Yingying was just about to refuse, but she felt that a golden light flashed out of her wrist, which was actually the string of sandalwood Buddha beads, and the golden light shot directly at Mrs. Li, she only felt a flower in front of her, and Mrs. Li disappeared out of thin air.

Fan Yingying woke up in fright, sat up from the bed, she was breathing rapidly, her heart was pounding, and she stroked her face casually, her hands were full of cold sweat.

She looked at the opposite side in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to her senses, raised her hand and wanted to pat her chest, she felt a tingling pain in her wrist, twisted the bedside lamp, she looked down at her wrist, and saw that the originally white and smooth wrist was imprinted with a black hand mark with distinct fingerprints, the color was not dark but very clear.

Everything in the dream is still vivid, Fan Yingying stared at the trace in horror, turned her head to look around in a panic, the curtains in the room were closed, and only the bedside lamp reflected a faint and soft light.

What happened last night may not be a dream at all, and even if it is, it is a ghost press.

She stared at the sandalwood beads on her wrist that had saved her in her dreams, and a chill from the soles of her feet made her feel excited.

The first thought that came to her mind was to immediately ask Monk Miaojue for help, and she hurriedly found her mobile phone, only then did she suddenly remember that she did not have Monk Miaojue's phone.

In a panic, the name Han Sicheng suddenly jumped into her mind, Fan Yingying's eyes lit up, she pressed her mobile phone to look for Han Sicheng's phone number, and when she was about to press the dial button, she was shocked to realize that it was already more than two o'clock at night, and Han Sicheng should still be asleep at this time, right?

She hesitated for a long time, but still sent a message to Han Sicheng: Are you asleep?

After sending the message, Fan Yingying stared at the screen of her mobile phone, and every minute of digital change was like a hammer hitting her heart, and there were still a few hours before dawn. She looked around vigilantly, the empty room was filled with an atmosphere of panic, her heart seemed to fall into ice water, and her mind seemed to have a bucket of paste, mixed with slurry.

The beautiful mobile phone ringtone rang at this moment, she was startled, and hurriedly looked down to see that Han Sicheng actually gave her the phone back.

Fan Yingying grabbed the last piece of driftwood like she was drowning, quickly pressed the answer button, and pressed the phone to her ear, for fear that if she was not careful, she would miss the sound that was about to come from the phone.

"Yingying? Haven't you slept yet? Han Sicheng's voice sounded particularly soft and warm in the mobile phone, and the warm voice slowly surrounded the mobile phone, with indescribable comfort and thoughtfulness.

"Sicheng!" Fan Yingying called Han Sicheng's name, and she didn't know what was going on, suddenly she was overwhelmed with grievances from the bottom of her heart, her nose was sore, her eyes were foggy, she bit her lip, her voice choked in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Feed? Yingying? ”

"I was just pressed on the bed by a ghost." Fan Yingying trembled and told Han Sicheng that as soon as she said the first sentence, the feeling of fear, grievance, panic and dazedness in her heart poured out like opening the floodgates, and she almost incoherently said the experience just now from beginning to end, upside down, over and over again.

“。。。。。。 I really thought it was a dream, but if it was really just a dream, why do I have black finger marks on my wrists now? Why did she come to me? ”

Fan Yingying muttered, and Han Sicheng's even and powerful breathing came from the receiver of the mobile phone, and he listened silently, without questioning her words or asking any questions.