Xilin Pass, inside the wounded soldiers' camp.
Many wounded soldiers are resting in bed with their eyes closed.
Just then, Zhang Bao, leading a group of doctors dressed in Taoist robes and some preachers, walked towards them.
May our Lord protect you!
Zhang Bao's slogan jolted the wounded soldiers who were recuperating awake.
"The Celestial Master has arrived!"
"Greetings, Celestial Master!"
Upon seeing the approaching doctors, all the wounded soldiers who were able to move struggled to their feet and bowed respectfully to Zhang Bao.
Even the seriously injured who couldn't get out of bed gritted their teeth and bowed respectfully.
After several days of treatment by the Taiping Church doctors, most of the wounded soldiers, except for a few who died from serious injuries, have had their conditions brought under control and are beginning to improve.
After making inquiries, the wounded soldiers learned that it was the benevolent Zhang Tianshi who not only pleaded with the Roman emperor to save their lives but also sent people to treat them.
The two acts of saving their lives naturally made these abandoned Parthian wounded soldiers extremely grateful.
Therefore, in the eyes of these wounded soldiers in Anxi, their lives were given by the Taiping Sect, and the Taiping Sect was their heaven. Naturally, they also had the utmost respect for Zhang Tianshi, who saved them.
Facing the admiring gazes of the wounded soldiers, Zhang Bao spread his hands and said, "Please return to your positions!"
"yes!!"
Upon hearing Zhang Bao's instructions, the wounded soldiers respectfully agreed and then returned to their respective beds.
Zhang Bao then waved his hand, and the doctors following behind him also stepped forward with their medicine boxes to begin treating the wounded soldiers, while the missionaries stepped forward to preach the doctrines of the Taiping Sect.
"Our Lord teaches us that in this life we should know how to be grateful, grateful to our parents for giving us life, grateful to heaven and earth for giving us a place to live, and grateful to all things for giving us food..."
"No, Celestial Master, I think you are wrong!"
Just as Zhang Bao was giving his speech, a sudden voice broke the silence.
The wounded soldiers, their faces contorted with anger, turned to look at the source of the voice, eager to see which audacious fellow dared to deny the Celestial Master's preaching.
Zhang Bao looked around and saw a seriously injured person looking up at him.
Feeling the angry gazes of the crowd, he was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was filled with fanaticism.
Seeing this man's appearance, Zhang Bao smiled and asked gently, "Is there anything wrong with my words?"
The man bowed respectfully and then said earnestly, “Master, our parents, heaven and earth, and all things gave us life and a space to live. We should indeed be grateful.”
However, I believe that we should be most grateful to our Lord.
If it were not for the salvation of our Lord, the life our parents gave us would be meaningless; the space given by heaven and earth would be squeezed out by others; and the food given by all things would be taken away.
We should follow in the footsteps of our Lord, and under His guidance, protect all that He has given us!
"Follow my lord, and I will be safe!"
Upon hearing this, the anger on the faces of the wounded soldiers around them vanished instantly, and a hint of approval appeared on everyone's faces.
A satisfied smile appeared on Zhang Bao's face: "What's your name?"
"My name is Moro!"
Zhang Bao smiled and nodded: "Moro, congratulations on your enlightenment. From this day forward, you will be one of us, spreading the glory of our Lord together. Are you willing?"
"I, a humble man, am willing to offer everything to my lord!"
Upon hearing Zhang Bao's words, Moro's face lit up with joy, and he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, facing east and performing a deep bow.
"Go, make him a missionary identification badge, and find him a Taoist robe!"
"yes!"
Upon hearing Zhang Bao's instructions, a missionary respectfully agreed and then turned to leave.
Moro excitedly bowed again: "Thank you, Heavenly Master! I will dedicate my life to proclaiming the glory of my Lord!"
Zhang Bao stepped forward and gently patted Moro's head: "You must remember, joining my Taiping Cult brings not only honor, but also, and perhaps more importantly, responsibility!"
"I will remember the Heavenly Master's teachings!" Moro nodded heavily.
Before long, the departing missionary returned with a wooden plaque bearing the name of Moloch and a robe.
Subsequently, amidst the envious gazes of the wounded soldiers, Moro changed into a Taoist robe and became the first Parthian to formally join the Church of the Peace.
After lingering there for a while, Zhang Bao led a group of doctors and preachers to the wounded soldiers' camps of the Gladiator Legion and the Senate's subordinate legions to preach.
Preaching while treating these wounded soldiers is far more effective than usual.
Even among the Roman soldiers who were treated as death squads by the nobles, many became staunch followers of the Taiping Church.
After all, a life-saving grace is a first-rate favor, no matter where it is placed.
Therefore, while Marcus Aurelius and his noble leaders were rejoicing at the recovery of their wounded soldiers, they were unaware that their soldiers had unknowingly become members of the Taiping Cult.
Two days later, news of the provincial armies capturing Linma Pass reached Xilin Pass, along with a letter requesting the arrival of a Taiping Church physician to provide medical assistance.
Zhang Bao readily agreed to the requests from the provincial legions.
As for Marcus Aurelius, he didn't say much. Firstly, because of the Taiping Church's principle of treating everyone equally, and secondly, because each province had made meritorious contributions in breaking through the pass, he had no choice but to agree, no matter how unwilling he was.
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