If you have any questions, you can send a message to the master directly."
Zhang Xinyuan was stunned and asked hurriedly: "Send a message? How do I send it?"
Then, under his stunned gaze, the Buddhist disciple directly took out a mobile phone and said, "Easy, join the group!"
Two minutes later, Zhang Xinyuan successfully became a member of the "Tai Ami Living Buddha" group.
Zhang Xinyuan was confused as he watched the group until the Buddhist disciple left with the four living Buddhas.
What's going on?
Do Buddhists also like to have group chats?
However, when he saw that the group owner of "Thai Ami Living Buddha" was a Buddhist, and that the abbots of the six major temples, such as Luang Pu Yan and Luang Pu Yue, served as group managers respectively, he suddenly felt that there was nothing strange about it.
After all, we live in an information society now, and Buddhism must keep pace with the times!
Seeing Zhang Xinyuan's expression change from happy to surprised, puzzled, and finally to sudden realization, Luang Pu Yan smiled faintly and said:
"Since my nephew has become a disciple of Buddha, he is one of us. Sit down!"
Immediately a monk came with a cushion.
Seeing Zhang Xinyuan sitting on the futon with high spirits, the other customers were all envious.
But they were just envious. This thing cost 103 million, and they couldn't afford that much money even if they were beaten to death.
Zhang Xinyuan had just gotten used to the feeling of sitting on the cushion when he saw Fu Song coming in from the door.
Zhang Xinyuan immediately snorted, "People are different after all. No matter how happily he dances, he can only stand."
Fu Song was stunned for a moment, then he turned and walked out.
Soon, Fu Song came back with a stool in his hand.
Sitting casually on the stool, Fu Song looked at Zhang Xinyuan: "The futon is so low, don't you feel shorter than others?"
Zhang Xinyuan: “…”
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