"Are you tired of living?"
Sha LiFei immediately looked displeased. People in the martial world were especially touchy about such things. Whenever they became sworn brothers, they burned yellow paper and sacrificed a chicken before Lord Guan. Who would want to hear something like that?
Even Wang Dao Xuan's expression turned ugly.
"Gentlemen, please don't misunderstand..."
Sweat beaded on the merchant caravan leader's forehead as he hurriedly explained, "I'm also a man of the martial world. How would I dare offend Lord Guan? It's just that this matter has already spread like wildfire."
Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Explain clearly. What exactly happened?"
The merchant caravan leader grimaced. "I didn't witness this personally. I only heard others mention it."
"They say that after Lord Guan was buried, his body was separated from his head, making it impossible for him to rest in the earth. Every night, his soul wandered around Mount Overturned Boat by Yuquan Temple, crying, 'Return my head! Return my head!' At the time, the entire Dangyang County was thrown into a panic."
"Later, the abbot of Yuquan Temple advised Emperor Guan, saying, 'How many heads did you take in your lifetime? Countless souls died beneath your blade. Did you ever think of them?' Emperor Guan was deeply ashamed after hearing this. From then on, his soul returned to his mausoleum, and he caused no more trouble."
"That's utter nonsense!"
Even the honest Wang Dao Xuan lost his temper. "Buddhism only entered during the Han dynasty, when it was still called Buddhism. Yuquan Temple didn't exist until the Sui dynasty. When could they have possibly controlled Lord Guan?"
"This..."
The merchant caravan leader looked as though he was about to cry. "I'm uneducated. I only heard that this was how the locals told it. Please forgive me,