Jia Wang prayed to Buddha: "Buddha, please give me a gentle woman."
Buddha agreed.
After some time, Jia Wang went forward and returned his wish: "Buddha, I want a woman with a gentle personality, not a gentle name."
Buddha: "Just be content. Look at these five hundred bachelors, ahem, five hundred arhats behind me."
Jia Wang smiled and asked doubtfully: "Buddha, why are there only four hundred and ninety-nine Arhats? Why is there still an empty futon?"
Buddha: "Sit down and listen to me slowly."
Just as Jia Wangang sat cross-legged on the last futon, the Buddha's voice came faintly: "Now there are five hundred."
Jia Wang: "..."