There is a mute monk and a teahouse; a hundred people are strange and a thousand people are mysterious.
When Chang Ming saw the mute, he said to him: "Did you know that we are destined to have a destiny? Your Five Aggregates and my Buddhism originate from the same place."
The mute boss drank a bowl of tea, took out the abacus from the mezzanine of the base cabinet, and moved the beads. The bell rang crisply for a while, and the air was stagnant. The mute boss raised his head, looked at him leisurely, his eyes were clear, and he made a gesture: "Monk, you'd better pay back the silver dollars you owe me first."