Chapter 256: Overseas Buddhists (Part 2)

Under the leadership of his subordinates, Andy came to the door of Room 103. In order to avoid causing bad commotion, he first asked his subordinates to see if there were anyone in other rooms. After confirming that there was no one, he picked up the bronze door knocker hanging on the door, knocked on the door a few times, and shouted loudly: "House service, Mr. Xu open the door."

Xu Changqing's name was found by Andy from the passenger registration book, so the language he used was also in Chinese, and it was Beijing Mandarin, but it had a little Fuzhou accent at the end, which sounded a bit weird. Perhaps he had known that Andy was proficient in Chinese for a long time, and the subordinates next to him did not show any surprise on his face, but looked at him with a little envious and jealousy. After all, working in the passenger cabin and proficiency in one language will have great benefits for future promotion and salary increase.

Andy had long been accustomed to his subordinates' envious sight. He knocked on the door with a calm expression and shouted a few times, but there was still no response inside the door. His brows couldn't help but frowned. After he hesitated, he took out the spare key of the room from his waist, reached to the door handle, and prepared to open the door. But when his hand just touched the door handle, an invisible force rushed out of the door handle, bounced him out and hit the wall opposite hard.

Just as Andy was popped up, a gloating smile flashed across the waiter beside him, but then he pretended to be at a loss and hurried forward to support him and ask about the situation. It seemed that this man had already tried the weirdness on the door, but he didn't say it out, deliberately trying to see Andy make a fool of himself.

"What's going on?" The impact was not too heavy, and Andy quickly got up. He looked at his palms that were still numb, feeling the pain in his back, and a look of doubt flashed across his face, but soon he seemed to remember something and murmured to himself: "Can Mr. Xu be the kind of paranormal expert mentioned in the book?"

"Manager, are you okay?" The waiter secretly felt happy when he saw Andy's stupid look, but he asked with a pretentious look.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Andy shook his head, looked at the door handle with curiosity, and slowly reached out to touch it. The subordinates beside him naturally would not remind him kindly, but instead took two steps back to see him make a fool of himself again. However, the development of the matter was beyond the man's expectations. Andy did not bounce open, but instead held the door handle, but from the gap of his fingers, you could see that the door handle seemed to be emitting a faint light. Although the light was very light, it was still so eye-catching in the slightly dim aisle of the cabin. Andy's hand was blocked by this layer of light outside the door handle. It seemed that he had already held the handle, but in fact his hand did not touch any edge at all.

Andy naturally saw it and felt the abnormality in his hand. After letting go of the door handle, the light on the door handle disappeared immediately. Seeing this situation, the expression on his face gradually became solemn. After thinking for a while, he ordered his subordinates who were already shocked, "The guests in the room obviously don't want us to disturb us, so let's stop this matter!" Then he said very seriously: "In addition, I hope you can forget what happened just now and not spread it on the boat. If I heard anything related to this outside, you should not do it on the Joan of Arc in the future!"

"Yes, yes! I swear to God that I will never say it." The waiter was shocked by the scene just now. After seeing Andy's serious expression before, he hurriedly sweared.

Andy nodded, ordered the waiter to leave, and then stared at Room 103 for a long time. His expression of expectation and hesitation changed on his face. Because of his grandmother's influence, he had been extremely obsessed with Eastern culture since he was a child, and he had a special liking for Chinese culture. He had used the short time of holidays to go deep into the mainland of China to see the famous mountains and rivers described in ancient beautiful poems. Although he had encountered bandits, bandits and other disasters in the middle, he was still infatuated.

Andy had read a lot of classical books because of his hobbies, including Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures, and even popular novels. He was very impressed by the magical powers in the books, but he always believed that these were just Eastern myths and could not be true. However, at that moment, his previous views were completely overturned, and the mysterious power he had personally experienced could not be inferred based on existing scientific common sense. The only explanation was the illusory Eastern myth stories.

The most mysterious culture in the East is right in front of me. This is what Andy has always dreamed of seeing. He could no longer suppress his inner impulse. He stepped forward, stood at the door, and bowed according to the Chinese etiquette taught by his grandmother, and said, "I hope the younger generation can see you, and I hope you can see you!"

After the sound fell, everything around him did not change. A burst of laughter from the waiter when he was playing. Although Andy knew that it had nothing to do with him, it made him feel like he was laughing at his stupid behavior. He believed in the Pure Land Sect of Buddhism, and it was about fate. Seeing that Room 103 had no reaction, he thought that it was not related to him. He couldn't help but sigh and turned around to leave.

Just when Andy turned around, a few rattles sounded suddenly in the cabin door of Room 103. Then he saw the door handle twisting for half a circle. The cabin door slowly opened a gap, and a sound that made people feel calm came out of it, saying, "Since the fellow outsiders are here, why should I leave so anxiously? Come in and have a cup of tea!"

Andy immediately showed a look of surprise on his face. He tidied up his face, clasped his fists into the door and said something to disturb him, and then pushed the door into the cabin. He glanced around and saw that the decoration and decoration in the room were clearly visible. He found that the whole room was covered with a light layer of dust, as if no one had lived in the room these days, and the air in the room seemed a bit mixed. It seemed that not only the cabin door had not been opened, but even the windows had never been opened.

The room was not big, and soon Andy's eyes fell on the man sitting on the sofa, and his face also showed a look of surprise. Before, the image of a paradise appeared in his mind was either a kind-hearted old monk or a white-haired and long-edged old Taoist priest. He felt that the master should be equal to his age. The person in front of him completely overturned his definition of the image of a master. He saw that this man looked extremely young and dressed very Westernized, and he felt like a young student who advocated Western learning.
Chapter completed!