Since the holy wood was offered in Laojun Taoist temple, the god Buddha in Chang''an was eclipsed in an instant.


    In a bathhouse in Dongfang, Chang''an, Tang Hao was lying on the massage bed with his bare arms. Sixi, the waiter and boss, worked hard to rub Tang Hao''s back.


    Sixi was already mellow. Coupled with the rising steam in the bathhouse, Tang Hao, who was red all over, looked like a steamed crab under the water mist. After getting up, he went into a clean water pool. Sixi respectfully brought up the warm wine to Tang Hao.


    General Tang is his own life-saving benefactor. He is happy to die, but the young man will always rot in his stomach if he mentions the secret kept by general Tang.


    After soaking in the bathhouse for a while, Tang Hao felt that the time was almost up, so he got up and dressed. Out of the bathhouse with rising water mist, there was a dazzling sunshine, and the Pilgrims who came and went looked pious.


    After thousands of years of incense worship, the trees may really become sacred, Tang Hao couldn''t help thinking.


    It is said that when master Zhikong returns from Tianzhu and enters Chang''an City tomorrow, I don''t know if there will be a spectacular scene of worship?


    When the forces are evenly matched, it''s very interesting to fight. Otherwise, it''s too boring for Zhikong to sing a monologue alone.


    Two flowers bloom, one for each, and the "thousand gold Prescriptions" written by the medical Saint Mr. Sun for many years was born. Because the whole volume is too thick, in order to facilitate dissemination and distribution, a thick and huge volume has been printed into countless single pages according to different prescriptions.


    Junior students of Chang''an City College are on a special holiday, which is only one day a month. One person holds a big mule and distributes books everywhere.


    In Chang''an, where culture prevails, locals who love culture have never seen such a beautiful thing. From the old to the yellow children, they are scrambling for a single page of the book.


    Regardless of whether they can read or not, the people want to grab a page of the wonderful prescription prescribed by the medical saint. In the future, they also have the capital to boast: we have the masterpiece of the medical saint.


    Tang Hao''s original intention was not to make everyone in Chang''an a doctor, but the medical knowledge contained in the book is closely related to daily hygiene, such as not drinking raw water, washing hands before and after meals, classified disposal of garbage, etc., and even some seasonal disease prevention, which are described in detail above.


    No sacred poplar was found in Chang''an City, but these medical knowledge of the medical Saint Mr. Sun was implemented as the focus of life. Chang''an has six or seven counties under the personal supervision of the county magistrate of each county.


    The county magistrates were very active in carrying out orders and personally took to the streets to arrange tasks. Many dead pools and smelly ditches were buried, and the underground ditches were cleaned and dredged in one step.


    As mentioned in Mr. Sun''s booklet, mosquitoes and flies will breed in smelly ponds, and a sure win mass reproduction will lead to the spread of diseases.


    The day Zhikong returned to Chang''an, the scene was very spectacular. Although Tang Hao received the literary ultimatum as a reward from the former Emperor, Zhikong was a little sneaky when he went to Tianzhu.


    However, after Li Zhi ascended the throne, he affirmed Zhikong''s behavior of going to Tianzhu to study. Therefore, Zhikong returned to Chang''an this time, and the scene was very formal and grand.


    All the civil servants in the Court went to welcome Zhikong back to Chang''an. Of course, Tang Hao also went. He was the main hero.


    The weather on this day was good. The people on the south gate were bustling, but it was less than the exaggeration of thousands of people. From a distance, Zhikong was seen riding a tall horse with shiny fur and coming in from the tall city gate.


    At the first glance, Tang Hao really saw that it was Zhikong. Zhikong walked in that array, how valiant, how clean and beautiful. Now there is a dry Shami on the tall horse.


    Regardless of age, Zhikong seems to be at least in his fifties. However, Zhikong''s spirit is very good. Although his skin is tanned by the hot sun in Nanyang, a compassionate master temperament comes from his bones.


    The red cassock was draped over Zhikong, followed by four kind-hearted elderly monks reciting scriptures. The pretty boy had a flower basket on his wrist, and the golden petals spread like spring rain with the boy''s gesture.


    After seeing the grand welcome ceremony, Tang Hao took Wu Tong to the restaurant he often went to, ordered the usual dishes, warmed up a pot of wine, ate and drank enough to go back to the general''s house.


    As soon as the waiter brought the exquisite wine and vegetables to the table, the screen around the table was opened. It turned out to be a Taoist letter just leading a horse below.


    The Taoist priest saluted and said, "general, your old friend has returned thousands of miles. Why don''t you hide in the dark and meet him?"


    "Master, today''s ceremonial event belongs to Zhikong and Buddhism. Tang is a secular person. At this moment, it is naturally inconvenient to meet him. When the flowers fade in and master Zhikong recovers the quiet place of the ancient Buddha, I will visit the door and listen to the master''s story of foreign customs."


    The crowd on the street dispersed slowly as Zhikong walked away. Only the devout pilgrims followed master Zhikong step by step.