Ye Chen and Tomb Spirit left a tael of silver and hurried toward the western part of Jiangling.
Seeing how lavishly the two men spent, the waiter hurried to stop them. "You two gentlemen look like men blessed with good fortune. Take my advice and don't go looking for trouble."
They smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, young man. Don't worry, we'll be fine."
Watching their confidence, the waiter said no more. He scratched his head and muttered, "There really are a lot of extraordinary people in Jiangling these days."
Then he hurried back into the inn to get to work.
Ye Chen and Tomb Spirit raced toward the cemetery. With so many people on the road, they didn't fly.
When they reached a point three li from the cemetery, they saw that not a blade of grass grew there. There weren't even any birds in the sky.
Ye Chen looked at Tomb Spirit. "Did you hear anything?"
Tomb Spirit closed his eyes. Suddenly, a wave of sound rushed toward them.
Ye Chen and Tomb Spirit hurriedly retreated. A voice rang out: "Anyone with no business at the cemetery, leave. Stay at least three li away."
Ye Chen called out, "Ye Chen is here today with a request. I wish to meet you, senior. I hope you'll grant me an audience."
The man didn't answer. Another wave of sound suddenly swept toward them, and Ye Chen and Tomb Spirit hurriedly retreated.
Ye Chen continued, "Senior, I have a friend who was afflicted with poisonous insects by you. Please give me a chance to explain."
This time, instead of a wave of sound, a voice answered, "Who?"
Ye Chen cupped his hands. "Tang Sanzang."
"Tang Sanzang? You dare come here on Tang Sanzang's behalf?" The man flew into a