A young student approached the zen master.
“Master,” he asked, “If one could buy their way to enlightenment, what would be the cost?”
The old master gazed at the student.
“One wen,” the master finally said.
“One wen?” the student replied, “Why so little?”
“I’m just screwing with you,” said the master, “It’d be, like, a zillion wen.”
And the student was enlightened.