"Okay, I'll call you the Sangha Society. Zhang Bai stretched out his hand and took the food plate, "Let's go to your room! Let's have dinner together? Just meet the Buddha statue in your room." ”

Seeing that Zhang Bai was willing to worship the Buddha, the monk association did not shirk and happily agreed.

The rooms of the monastic congregation are simply furnished, with a simple single bed, a half-person high wardrobe, no chairs, a few futons and a coffee table.

The Buddhist shrine is very magnificent, with two people tall, and the dark yellow curtain door is drawn low. In the shrine, a golden sleeping statue of the Buddha, about the size of a person, is offered high on the Buddha platform. There are a lot of incense flowers, sesame oil, and incense burners in front of the Buddha, and the cigarette smoke is swirling, and it is solemn.

Zhang Bai did business in his previous life to pray for good luck, of course, he went to the temple to worship the Buddha and knew the rules. Immediately kneel down in front of the Buddha on both knees, connect your forehead with both hands, and kowtow once, twice, and three times.

The monks will see Zhang Bai pious and worship the Buddha, although his face is silent, his heart is quite happy.

Because at this time Guishan has long been not a Buddhist country, although there is a large pagoda of Kasserga, there are many people who still believe in Buddhism, but the state religion is gone, only the position of the national teacher, the previous Sharama God is Nanhua, in fact, it is Taoism pretended, and now the national teacher is even more mysterious, no one knows.

The great pagoda, which used to be full of incense, has recently become deserted, and since the expulsion of Lord Sharama from Peshawar, there are no more people to see a doctor.

These things made the monks unhappy, plus his father was nowhere to be found, the family was in the middle of the road, and the servants left one by one. Now suddenly there is a so-called old man who respects the Buddha, and the most important thing is that this person does not seem to be much older than himself. After all, the Sangha is a child, and the child can't help but be secretly happy when he meets a child.

The two worshipped the Buddha together and had a meal together. During the meal, Zhang Bai found that this cake actually had meat foam, and the monk was not a vegetarian? However, when he thought of the Japanese monks in his previous life, he could eat meat and drink wine, marry a wife and have children, and probably only the monks of the Central Plains were vegetarians!

After eating, the monk will start the day's homework as usual, chanting the sutra and worshiping the Buddha, Zhang Bai is inconvenient to disturb, so he said goodbye and left, before leaving, he glanced at it, and saw that the sutra read by the Sangha club, the yellow paper charcoal characters, is the sutra that he copied in Peshawar in the past, for the purpose of opening a store to sell books, this is the "Sutra of the Noble Truths of Separation".

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In the infirmary, the day was full of people, and the reputation of the Roman infirmary was outside, and there were more and more patients. Many of them are suffering from infectious diseases, or malaria, to put it bluntly, mainly due to poor hygiene.

This can make Yu Ji of internal medicine very busy, he has no helpers, he faces hundreds of people by himself, and he is busy like a robot dog. Fortunately, the surgery department was not so busy, so Titus simply ran to the internal medicine department to help with the clinical examination and dispensing of medicines, and he was also busy. In the end, I had to leave the rice labor that went out to purchase medicinal herbs behind, which was able to stop the crowd.

The time of the day is like going crazy, and it is gone in an instant. As it approached evening, close to curfew, and the number of patients began to dwindle rapidly, Titus immediately sent the rice workers out again to the market to buy some medicinal herbs for tomorrow's needs.

While Yu Ji was still treating the last few patients, Titus could rest, he sat down and picked up the teapot, poured a few large sips of herbal tea, and sat down in his chair with a big sigh of "ah——!.

Soon, when the last two patients had finished and left, the sound of the guards' boots and shouting was already ringing in the streets, and the curfew of the day began.

Titus told Huji to rest, and he went to the door of the store to prepare the door panel to close the shop, but as soon as the two door panels were closed, another group of people swarmed in.

The boys, all of whom moved swiftly, snatched Titus's door panel as soon as they entered, and waited until the people behind them entered the store, brushed the door panel, and added the latch, which helped them close the shop tightly.

Titus was startled, at first he thought it was a sick person, and he looked like a robber, but when he looked closely, he saw that this group of people was all fellow countrymen, Romans.

"Oh my God, it's all Romans! What are you doing here? I'm a Roman, don't be so rude. Titus shouted.

"We know that you are a Roman, that your grandfather was Galen of Pergamum, and that you are Titus of the Colosseum, right?" asked a young man dressed in what seemed to be a nobleman, who was still a half-grown man, seventeen or eighteen years old, who seemed to be the leader, and who was treated with all the respect of the others.

"Uh... How do you know? I'm Titus, who are you...?"

"I am the younger brother of Emperor Eragaballus, the grandson of Julia Maiza, the son of Mamaia, and I am Marcus Aurelius Severus Alexander, the new Emperor of Rome. ”

Titus' jaw almost dropped to his feet, and he fell to his knees in fright, but he couldn't believe it. It is unbelievable that the emperor of Rome was not in the territory of the Roman Empire and ran to Peshawar, the capital of the Kushan Empire.

His eyes slipped, and he secretly looked up and down at the person who claimed to be the Roman Emperor, "Your Majesty the Emperor, I am a commoner, please forgive me for not recognizing your identity, what are you doing here?"

"How dare you doubt Your Majesty?" a young man next to him jerked out the bronze dagger at his waist.

"Maximinus, stop!" The young man who claimed to be the emperor shouted sharply, turned his face to the frightened and paralyzed Titus and said quietly: "I am indeed the current Roman emperor, and there is naturally a valid reason for coming here, you are a doctor, you should be in charge of the patient, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

Titus looked at the wolf-like fellows in a panic, these guys are not ordinary citizens, they should be soldiers! He immediately begged for mercy, "Yes, yes! It's all my fault, I'm talking too much." You know I'm just talkative, and I've been here because I've been talking a lot, hehe!"

Looking at the bronze short sword that had not been withdrawn, the sharp blade flashed with a faint cold light, and he couldn't say anything: "But... But you see that I am a good person, really a good person, I just want to treat people and do surgery to earn some money for myself. Ahh ”

"Don't be afraid, they are the guards guarding me, as long as you are obedient they will not touch you, we want you to treat this man. The young man who claimed to be the emperor smiled and pointed to the door.

A man was carried through the doorway, covered in blood, and looking at the costume, it was not a Roman, but a local.

"What's wrong with him?" Titus immediately went into working order as soon as he saw the patient, "The upper arm bone of his right arm is broken, and the rib is broken... No, two, there are stab wounds on the body, one, two... Everywhere, the wound was deep and wide, it was a sword wound, similar to...!"

He glanced at the still unsheathed, murderous bronze dagger. The young man Maximinus, who held the short sword, stared at him with cold eyes.

"Boom!" Titus swallowed.