I Chat with Immortals on WeChat

Sun Sheng, a poor farmer whose father is terminally ill and whose family is buried in debt, accidentally finds an old cellphone. To his surprise, every WeChat contact on it is a god or immortal from one of Heaven’s many realms. Chang’e: “Great Immortal Sun, I’d like a tattoo on my chest. Could you help me?” Guanyin Bodhisattva: “Great Immortal Sun, could you download a couple more episodes of that dating show, If You Are the One?” Red Boy: “Great Immortal Sun, the immortal realm is so boring. I want to buy one of those game consoles you mentioned.” Jade Emperor: “Great Immortal Sun, I really like that Victoria’s Secret fashion show you put together. Why not hold one in the immortal realm too?”