The ghostly figure of the cloak appeared on the window, drifting upwards little by little, accompanied by the whimpering and whistling cold wind outside, which was very penetrating.

Shiso's face was pale, and he was nervously holding his handkerchief and trembling, and he couldn't say anything other than "ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost...... is ghost".

"Smack!"

It's the sound of a slap hitting flesh.

"Useless stuff!" Tong Jia Muzhen slapped her personal maid fiercely: "Buddhism Pure Land, how can there be ghosts!" ”

She pushed the door out directly with the lampshade: "Who is pretending to be a ghost!" Get out! ”

Shisu trembled and wanted to come up to stop her from going to the yard to risk her life, but she lifted her foot and kicked it away with the bottom of the high flower pot.

Outside, the moonlight was pale and the wind was gusting.

A cool breeze poured in from her neck and aroused goosebumps all over her body, and Tong Jia Muzhen couldn't help but shiver.

Suddenly I was a little scared, and I wanted to go back to the house.

There was a "squeak", and the door behind him was suddenly shut.

Suspicious in her heart, she turned her head sharply.

"Ah————h

A shrill scream resounded throughout the courtyard.

The white ghost of her cape suddenly floated out of nowhere, and she saw a grimace with no facial features, and thin fingers reaching out to the door in front of her.

It was dark in front of him, and Tong Jia Muzhen fainted.

The accompanying grandmother who lived in the side room heard the screams and pushed open the door with a lantern, and saw Tong Jia Muzhen lying in the courtyard, and hurriedly rushed out.

When Tong Jia Muzhen woke up, it was already early the next morning.

She sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, and it took a long time to react to the fact that she was in the guest courtyard of Tanzhe Temple at the moment.

"Did you see that last night?" Seeing that the grandmother and the personal maid were guarding by the bedside, she pretended to be calm and spoke.

Mama was a little stunned, and the personal maid Shisu bit her lips and shook her head.

"In the pure land of Buddhism, will there be ghosts?" The horrible grimace she had seen last night appeared in front of her, and she asked again with a frown.

"How can it be, master, don't think about it, this is a pure land of Buddhism, blessed by the Buddha." Mama hurriedly comforted.

After seeing her master faint in the yard last night, she knew that her master must have been frightened.

"Lord...... Master, you, the ...... on your neck" Shiso shivered and pointed at her neck: "Then, that's a handprint?" ”

"What's that?" Tong Jia Muzhen's heart twitched: "Bring the mirror!" ”

"It's nothing, master, don't listen to Zisu's nonsense, your neck is clean, there is nothing." Mama hurriedly comforted.

"Bring the mirror!" Tong Jia Muzhen roared angrily, thinking of the gloomy feeling and weird smile before fainting.

There must be something! There must be something around her neck that shouldn't be!

The mirror was quickly handed over, and she ripped open her collar to look in the mirror, and her pupils dilated when she saw it clearly.

It's a mudra.

She had two dark finger prints on her neck.

"This temple is haunted......" Tong Jia Muzhen muttered.

"How could it be, the slave had never heard of such a thing before. Besides, this is the most prosperous and effective Buddhist temple in Beijing. Mama hurriedly relieved: "Girl, you may have been tired for the past few days." ”

"If there are no ghosts, what is the handprint on my neck?"

"But even if there is a ghost, I won't find you, girl. As the saying goes, don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door. The girl is gentle and never grudges with others, how can there be a ghost haunting you? Taking a step back, if there really are ghosts, how can it be as simple as leaving only two handprints? "Mama is relieved to see how to do it.

Tong Jia Muzhen was even more flustered.