Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

After Dharma King Qingyang left, Wei Wu quickly got up from the bed and walked quickly to the yard.

Seeing that the golden eagle was still standing on the swing, Wei Wu quickly put on leather gloves and came to the golden eagle with a piece of raw meat.

The golden eagle, which had completely ignored him before, actually jumped onto Wei Wu's arm and stood there when it saw him approaching.

He picked up the raw meat sent by Wei Wu and swallowed it with his beak without hesitation.

Looking at the golden eagle standing on his right arm, Wei Wu couldn't help but praise it in his heart.

"So handsome!! This is a man's romance!!"

While the golden eagle was devouring the raw meat, Wei Wu couldn't help but reach out and stroke the eagle's feathers.

"Let's give you a name! Do you like to be called Biaozi, or do you prefer Xiaohei?"

Hearing what Wei Wu said, the golden eagle suddenly stopped eating and turned to look at him with some confusion.

Seeing this, Wei Wu spoke again:

"So, from now on, if you eat two mouthfuls of meat, you'll be called Biaozi. If you only eat one, you'll be called Xiaohei."

The golden eagle tilted its head and stared at Wei Wu for a while, then turned around and took a bite of the raw meat.

Seeing this scene, Wei Wu couldn't help feeling disappointed.

"Biaozi sounds so good, why would you choose Xiaohei! But since you have black feathers, there's nothing wrong with calling you Xiaohei."

While speaking, Wei Wu looked at the golden eagle and liked it more and more.

"As the ancients said, I, an old man, am still as wild as a young man. I hold Huang on my left and Qing on my right, wearing a brocade hat and a sable coat, and riding a thousand horses across the plain."

"Now that I have a golden eagle, I'll get a big yellow dog. It'll be so cool when we go hunting!"

In the following period of time, Wei Wu took Zhang Hai with him to the suburbs every day to train Xiao Hei's hunting skills.

Of course, it is not the innate hunting ability, but the ability to attack designated targets under human command.

While Wei Wu was training Xiao Hei, Dharma King Qingyang would come to him from time to time and ask him to go drink with Yao Xiong.

But Wei Wu refused every invitation, saying that he wanted to train a golden eagle to hunt.

In this way, time passed slowly without anyone noticing during the training of the golden eagle.

In the blink of an eye, it was already August, and there was less than half a month left until the Confucius Festival.

That day, Wei Wu had just finished training Xiao Hei and sent someone to find Master Zheng.

"Master Zheng, how are our people arranged?"

"They have all been placed in place. Under their guidance, the lower-level believers are now supporting you at home!"

"Very good, it's time to send Dharma King Qingyang back to his hometown in Zhenkong. After all, it's already August."

at the same time.

Just as Wei Wu was talking to Master Zheng, Dharma King Qingyang was just woken up by his men.

The person who woke him up was the guy he had sent to sneak into Wei Wu's room to check the seal.

Because he drank with Yao Xiong until late at night yesterday, King Qingyang, who had just been woken up, was still a little dissatisfied.

"Xiao Du, if there is something you have to say now, can't you wait until I wake up?"

"Your Majesty, I hate to disturb you, but I have discovered something and must report it to you as soon as possible."

Dharma King Qingyang sighed softly, rubbed his aching head and said:

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

"I've noticed that recently many believers have been praising the Messenger of God, and some have even started to enshrine the Messenger of God's tablets in their homes."

"Ok?"

After Xiao Du finished speaking, the hungover Dharma King Qingyang suddenly sobered up.

"You mean, now the believers below have started to worship Chen She's tablet?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I have also heard some people say that the power of the Divine Envoy is even greater than that of Your Majesty."

Upon hearing these words, Dharma King Qingyang's brows immediately furrowed, as if his home had been robbed.

In the Rencheng branch, these White Lotus Sect members can be said to be his base, and they must not be lost.

Without the faith of these believers, he, the Dharma King, is nothing but shit.