At the same time, Qiu Mingzhen and others also came over quickly.
"Guanzhu, what's wrong with you?"
Everyone looked at Qi Dongxuan with concern on their faces. There were only a few Taoist priests in Zhenwu Temple. It could be seen from their concerned expressions that they regarded each other as relatives.
Especially the little Taoist priest Qiu Mingzhen had tears in his eyes at this time.
Yun Yi felt Qi Dongxuan's pulse and couldn't help but frown.
"Doctor Yun, what happened to the temple master?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest Mingchen and the old Taoist priest Mingxin now knew Yun Yi's identity, so they called him Doctor Yun and looked at Yun Yi nervously.
Yun Yi said: "The temple master's heart is broken, I'm afraid..."
"What?"
"How is it possible? Our temple master is so powerful, how could his heart be broken by someone?"
Yun Yi coughed, these guys didn't trust Qi Dongxuan in general.
Then, Yun Yi said: "The injury of the temple master should have been formed before returning to the mountain, right?"
Qi Dongxuan coughed and said with a wry smile: "I didn't want to say it at first, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful. It's all obvious."
"Isn't it?"
Monk Mu Xin supported his injured body and walked out. He looked surprised and said: "Old Taoist priest, since you are injured, why are you still fighting me?"
"I have said before that our Da Xuantian is the most powerful cultivation system in the world. You still don't believe it, but do you believe it now?"
As he spoke, Qi Dongxuan coughed violently again.
Monk Mu Xin's expression became miserable. Although he regarded Qi Dongxuan as his opponent, sometimes his opponents were actually friends.
Then Monk Mu Xin asked Yun Yi: "Yun Yi, boy, can you cure a broken heart vein?"
"cannot!"
Yun Yi said awkwardly: "Although I used to say that I can save anyone who is not dead, but a broken heart pulse basically means the end of life."
"I can give him acupuncture, but he can only live for three more days at most."
Everyone: "..."
No one expected that the final result would be like this.
The little Taoist priest burst into tears.
Qi Dongxuan gently stroked the head of the little Taoist Qiu Mingzhen, and said with a forced smile: "Silly boy, we are all mortal, there is no need for you to cry for me."
"Besides, you are going to take over the Zhenwu Temple after me, so you can't be so weak."
"He wants to take over Zhenwu Temple?"
Yun Yi was stunned. Although there were only a few Taoist priests in Zhenwu Temple, weren't there Mingchen and Mingxin?
At this time, Mingchen and Mingxin said sincerely: "Don't worry, Temple Master, we will definitely help Mingzhen and protect the inheritance of Zhenwu Temple."
"good!"
Qi Dongxuan nodded, and then said to Qiu Mingzhen: "Mingzhen, please help me to the transfer hall, and then the Zhenwu Temple will be passed on to you."
"Yes, Master."
Qiu Mingzhen cried, helped Qi Dongxuan into one of the dilapidated side rooms, and closed the door.
This is what Qi Dongxuan calls the transfer room.
Yun Yi and others stood outside the door, but they were very depressed. After all, Mingxin and Mingchen were more qualified in Zhenwu Temple. Why did the little Taoist Mingzhen become the new temple master?
But the people in Zhenwu Guan didn't explain it, so it was hard for me to ask questions.
What makes him even more depressed is that the most important thing at this time is to treat Qi Dongxuan, right?
Why do you want to carry out the inheritance of Zhenwu Temple instead?
Ah~~
About half an hour later, the cry of young Taoist priest Qiu Mingzhen suddenly came from the teaching room.
When everyone walked in, Qi Dongxuan had lost his vitality and passed away.