novelraw Chapter 2012: 1981: The Xianmen Sect's Great Dao Encounters a Bottleneck
Chapter 2012: 1981: The Xianmen Sect's Great Dao Encounters a Bottleneck
Capítulo 2012: Chapter 1981: The Xianmen Sect’s Great Dao Encounters a Bottleneck
The Vermilion Bird Daoist blinked, looking at the two people in front of her.
“Ve… Vermilion Bird Daoist, hello…”
The Fusang Saintess was somewhat nervous.
She had never seen the Vermilion Bird Daoist when she was young and could only communicate with her in an inexperienced manner, just like how one would with an ordinary disciple.
At the same time, she couldn’t help but open a protective shield to protect the newborn Vermilion Bird Daoist, as even a trace of sword intent or mana from a Sword Cultivator could instantly kill this little being without any resistance.
The Vermilion Bird Daoist looked at her in confusion.
“I, teacher.”
Jiang Ding gently pushed aside the Fusang Saintess’ shield, pointed at himself, then at the woman beside him: “She, Fusangzi, your friend.”
“Yiya…”
The Vermilion Bird Daoist babbled something.
Despite her size, she was just born, with a mind as blank as a piece of paper. Her brain and body were at the initial stages of development, with the inheritance memories from the Vermilion Bird Holy Land still sealed, no different from a human infant.
However, Jiang Ding could accurately interpret the babbles.
The title of the highest achiever in Immortal Sect pedagogy wasn’t earned without reason; all his expertise was genuine, entailing both theoretical knowledge and practical experience.
The little one’s babble expressed two meanings: she wanted a hug due to a lack of security, and she was hungry.
“There, there…”
Jiang Ding picked her up in the most scientifically comforting way, rocking her in his arms until her impending tears gradually ceased.
Soothing melodies of nursery rhymes resonated around, making the little one begin to giggle.
The Fusang Saintess’ mouth slowly opened, forming an O shape.
Her eyes widened, as if she had seen something shocking.
What did she see?
The butcher between domains, the executioner, ruthless sword cultivator responsible for the slaughter of millions, now coaxing a child, coaxing an infant with such skilled efficiency.
This made one doubt their eyes, suspecting an illusion.
The Fusang Saintess felt an impulse to pinch her face, wanting to confirm if she was dreaming.
Until a hand appeared before her, outstretched.
“What?”
The Fusang Saintess was somewhat bewildered.
“The fruit of the Fusang Divine Wood,”
“Her food.”
Jiang Ding looked at her somewhat peculiarly: “The food for the infant period of the Vermilion Bird Daoist is precisely the fruit of the Fusang Divine Wood from your Fusang Holy Land. You didn’t know?”
“It’s clearly written in the Vermilion Bird Holy Land’s Daoist inheritance.”
“Oh!”
“Oh oh oh!”
“Here you go.”
The Fusang Saintess hurriedly retrieved a jade-like fruit from her storage ring and placed it in the hands of the green-clothed youth.
Jiang Ding casually placed it in the little Vermilion Bird’s arms, observing her.
This fruit, as per his scan, held the strength of a Fifth Order Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure; even a Refining Nothingness Cultivator would struggle to break it in a short time. It was one of the core treasures of a Holy Land, possessing excellent foundational effects.
“Yiya…”
The Vermilion Bird Daoist suddenly became extremely excited.
She displayed a blissful expression, grabbing the white jade fruit with her tiny hands and bringing it to her mouth, biting open the peel and sipping it like drinking milk.
This skill seemed almost innate.
Jiang Ding observed carefully and noticed that the moment the fruit came into contact with her teeth, it split open, like a lock completing a password verification.
The inheritance memory sealed within the Divine Soul.
Various instincts.
Growing instantaneously to six years old.
Such elements induced a sense of familiarity.
“Bloodline Divine Beast?”
Jiang Ding speculated.
“Yes.”
“That’s how it is in the Vermilion Bird Holy Land.”
Despite the chaos in her heart, the Fusang Saintess habitually explained: “The Vermilion Bird Primordial Ancestor was originally a runaway slave from the Phoenix Clan. After exterminating the Phoenix Clan, she largely adopted their methods of nurturing progeny for her own Daoist, giving the Vermilion Bird Daoist some characteristics of the Phoenix in certain respects.”
“These traits are acquired postnatally in the Vermilion Bird Holy Land.”
“Truly impressive.”
“The Vermilion Bird predecessor was indeed an unparalleled elite of the human race, one who makes you wish you were in the same era to engage in meaningful dialogue and exploration.”
Jiang Ding displayed genuine admiration.
These elements inspired many insights within him.
Could this technology, if it considerably lowered its cost, be applied to the cultivation of Immortal Sect infants?
To be honest, although the mind and soul cleansing potions for Immortal Sect infants within the first seven days of birth have gone through numerous iterations, their effects seem inadequate, incomparable to ancient Immortal Sects with longstanding heritage.
The technology from the Vermilion Bird Holy Land might allow for a leap in the fundamental qualities of Immortal Sect citizens.
The two stayed here for a few days. After the lively Vermilion Bird Daoist fell into a deep sleep, Jiang Ding left a clone here to take care of her and then departed.
Rarely outside, Jiang Ding didn’t immediately return to the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Palace but traversed multiple spaces and secret realms to reach a fragrant and vibrant world.
“The beginning of heaven and earth lies in order.”
“The order of heaven and earth is the Tao Rules; the order of the Human Dao lies in the law…”
The tender sound of reading rang through the world.
This was the Vermilion Bird Taixue Hall, the highest academic institution in the Vermilion Bird Star Realm.
Every disciple here was a child with the potential of a Daoist, who would come to study in the Taixue Hall after turning seven. After reaching five hundred years old and advancing to the Nascent Soul level with self-preservation ability, they could begin their journeys outside.
Currently, thirty-nine children were here, divided into several classes.
Some were in kindergarten, some in elementary school, some in junior high, and the oldest was already in college, currently at the Golden Core Period in cultivation base.
The Fusang Saintess looked at those children.
In every classroom, there was a green-clothed youth, patiently and meticulously teaching each child, sometimes authoritative, sometimes stern, sometimes gentle, always just right, earnestly imparting the principles of cultivation and life to these little ones.
This was a peculiar morality, distinctly different from the Vermilion Bird Star Realm, a Dao Heart.
“Is this how your sect cultivates disciples?”
The Fusang Saintess pursed her lips and asked.
“Not exactly.”
“My sect doesn’t invest enormous resources to cultivate a single individual.”
Jiang Ding, while repetitively inferring teaching plans by observing the classrooms, casually replied.
“Not concentrating all resources on cultivating one individual?”
“Won’t that lead to extinction?”
The Fusang Saintess was taken aback.
In her view, all sects should concentrate resources to nurture a Daoist, using the Daoist to support the sect. This seemed an obvious and efficient method; deviating from this mainstream method would often lead to gradual disappearance over time.
“No.”
“The strength of the collective is equally powerful, especially when there is a collective consciousness, but… this entirely new human Dao path may have many twists and turns.”
Jiang Ding slightly shook his head.
The Immortal Sect is also a pathfinder in collective cultivation.
This path’s development to the present indeed presents some new problems that need resolution, such as the contradiction between super-individuals and emphasis on collectivity and equality.
This problem is a significant bottleneck on the Immortal Sect’s Great Dao.
If resolved, it could soar into the sky, possibly becoming the strongest fleet collective consciousness Emperor of the Endless Universe Starry Sky, even achieving immortality.
If unresolved… if future developments are favorable, it can still accompany the Great Sun Swordsman, supporting the emergence of many Supreme beings and creating the most formidable force in the Endless Universe Starry Sky.
The second path is also infinitely glorious.
But, it ultimately relies on external forces and accomplishments; the Immortal Sect is no longer the protagonist.
䘙䌅䪻㤡
㪀䘙䱶䒰
魯
盧
路
䈑䪻㪀
㟰㢌䐢
盧
㢌䪻㟰䐢
䡃㢗䍭㢌㟰䈑㢗
䈑㤋䡃㢌㪀䱯㸶
䔞䈑㤋
㭶㠳㭶㘸㤋㢗
㕅㢗䈑㘸䘙㭶䒰
㧿㤋㲬㭶
䈑㪀㸶㢌
魯
㭶㪛
老
擄
爐
㢌㟰䐢
㪀䈑䪻㰊㹋㢌䘙
㭶䪻㢌
䳍㭶䪻䘙䪻
㟰䐢㢌
䘙㲬䒰㭶䪻㢌㸶㰖䘙
蘆
䍭㢌㟰㢗㢌䪻䘙䡃㪀
㟰㭶
䒰䈑䘙䎜䍭䘙䍭䪻䡃㲬
爐
䘙䪻㤡㠳䈑
䘙㢗䐢
㭶䎜䪻㢌
㤋㘸㟰䍭㪀㢌
㤋㓲
䪁䐢䘙㢗 䍭㢌䒰㢗㭶䪻 䔞䈑㢗 䘙䪻 㟰䐢㢌 㭶㪛㪛䘙䡃㢌䎜 䔞㢌䈑䒰䘙䪻㤡 䈑 㢗㸶䈑㲬㲬 㓲㲬䈑䡃䮦 㢗㘸䘙㟰䎜 䈑 㟰䘙㢌䎜 䈑䪻㪀 䈑 䍭䈑䘙䒰 㭶㪛 㤡㭶㲬㪀䁁㪛䒰䈑㸶㢌㪀 㤡㲬䈑㢗㢗㢌㢗䎜 䔞䒰䘙㟰䘙䪻㤡 䈑䪻㪀 㪀䒰䈑䔞䘙䪻㤡 㭶䪻 㟰䐢㢌 㪀㢌㢗䮦䎜 㢗㢌㢌㸶䘙䪻㤡㲬㤋 䍭㲬䈑䪻䪻䘙䪻㤡 㟰䐢㢌 䡃㘸䒰䒰䘙䡃㘸㲬㘸㸶㹋
㠳䘙䈑䪻㤡 䌅䘙䪻㤡 䔞䈑㢗 㢗㲬䘙㤡䐢㟰㲬㤋 㢗䘙㲬㢌䪻㟰㹋
㢌㧿䂠㢌䐢””
䪁䐢㢌 㲹㘸㢗䈑䪻㤡 䑏䈑䘙䪻㟰㢌㢗㢗 㢗䪻㢌㢌䒰㢌㪀䎜 㲬㭶㭶䮦䘙䪻㤡 㘸䍭 䈑㟰 㟰䐢㢌 㢗䮦㤋㹋
“㾳䐢 㸶㤋䎜”
䱶㟰”䒰㭶䒰㢌䐢
㭶㤋㘸
䐢㹋䒰㢌㢌”
䔞㤋䐢
䈑㢌䒰
㘸䈑䪻䪁㢗䎜䐢
䪁䐢㢌 㠳㭶㤋㭶㘸㢗 䳍䪻䘙㭶䪻 㧿㭶㲬㤋 㰊䈑䘙㪀㢌䪻 㲬㭶㭶䮦㢌㪀 㘸䍭 䘙䪻 㢗㘸䒰䍭䒰䘙㢗㢌䎜 䍭㘸㟰㟰䘙䪻㤡 㪀㭶䔞䪻 㟰䐢㢌 䍭㢌䪻 䘙䪻 䐢㢌䒰 䐢䈑䪻㪀㹋
“䆗䐢㤋 㢗㘸䡃䐢 䈑 䡃㭶㢗㟰㘸㸶㢌㐴”
“‘䌅㭶㟰㢌㢗䪻
㤋䒰㭶㘸
㟰㢗䘙㘸
㢌䪻䍭”㸶䈑㹋㢌㸶䒰㟰㟰㢌
㭶㟰
㢌㢗㢌㸶
㠳䘙䈑䪻㤡 䌅䘙䪻㤡 䍭㭶䪻㪀㢌䒰㢌㪀 㪛㭶䒰 䈑 㸶㭶㸶㢌䪻㟰 㓲㢌㪛㭶䒰㢌 㢗䍭㢌䈑䮦䘙䪻㤡㹋
㲹㭶䒰 䡃㘸㲬㟰䘙㕅䈑㟰㭶䒰㢗 䔞䐢㭶 䔞㭶䒰䮦 㪛㭶䒰 䐢䘙㸶 䈑䪻㪀 䔞䐢㭶㢗㢌 䔞㭶䒰䮦 䘙㢗 㭶㘸㟰㢗㟰䈑䪻㪀䘙䪻㤡䎜 䐢㢌 䘙㢗 䈑㲬䔞䈑㤋㢗 䔞䘙㲬㲬䘙䪻㤡 㟰㭶 㤡䘙㕅㢌 㟰䐢㢌㸶 䒰㢌㢗䍭㢌䡃㟰 䈑䪻㪀 䈑 䡃㢌䒰㟰䈑䘙䪻 㢌㸶㭶㟰䘙㭶䪻䈑㲬 㕅䈑㲬㘸㢌㹋
㢌䡃䘙䍭㲬㢗㢌㲬䈑㤋
㘸㤋䍭㢌䒰㲬
䔞㟰㢌㓲㢌㢌䪻
䈑㧄㭶㢌㲬䘙䪻㢗㟰䍭䐢䘙㢗
䍭㭶㟰
㪛㭶
䘙㢗㟰㹋㲬㢌㢌
㭶㪛䒰
䍭䍭㲬㢌㢌㭶
㭶䡃䪻䈑䪻㟰
㟰㢌㓲䘙㪛䎜㢌䪻
㓲㢌
䪁䐢䘙㢗 䔞䈑㢗 㟰䐢㢌 㲬㢌㢗㢗㭶䪻 㓲䒰㭶㘸㤡䐢㟰 㟰㭶 䐢䘙㸶 㓲㤋 㟰䐢㢌 䍭䒰㢌㕅䘙㭶㘸㢗 㲹㘸㢗䈑䪻㤡 䑏䈑䘙䪻㟰㢌㢗㢗 䘙䪻䡃䘙㪀㢌䪻㟰㹋
“䪁䐢䘙㢗 㭶㘸㟰㪛䘙㟰㐴”
䁁䂠䈑䪁㪀””䈑
䪁䐢㢌 㠳㭶㤋㭶㘸㢗 䳍䪻䘙㭶䪻 㧿㭶㲬㤋 㰊䈑䘙㪀㢌䪻 䔞䈑㢗 䘙䪻㪀㢌㢌㪀 㕅㢌䒰㤋 䍭㲬㢌䈑㢗㢌㪀䎜 㢗㟰㭶㭶㪀 㘸䍭 䈑䪻㪀 㢗䍭㘸䪻 䈑䒰㭶㘸䪻㪀䎜 㟰䐢㢌䪻 㢗䈑䘙㪀䎜 “㔁 䒰㢌䈑㪀 㟰䐢㢌 㓲㭶㭶䮦㢗 䘙䪻 㟰䐢㢌 䱯䡃䈑㪀㢌㸶㤋’㢗 䱶㭶㭶䮦 䱰䈑㕅䘙㲬䘙㭶䪻䎜 䈑䪻㪀 䘙䪻 䱶䒰㭶㟰䐢㢌䒰 䪁㘸㢗䐢䈑䪻’㢗 䐢㭶㸶㢌㟰㭶䔞䪻䎜 㸶䈑䪻㤋 䍭㢌㭶䍭㲬㢌 㪀䒰㢌㢗㢗 㲬䘙䮦㢌 㟰䐢䘙㢗䎜 㪀㭶 㟰䐢㢌㤋㐴”
“䑏㭶 㔁 㟰䒰䘙㢌㪀 䘙㟰 㭶㘸㟰㹋”
䌅”㭶
㭶㤋㘸
㢗㟰’䘙
䘙䐢㟰䮦䪻
䱶䒰䒰㭶㟰䐢㢌
“㘸㐴䪻㢗䐢䪁䈑
䎜㢌䘙䪻䡃
“㬊㢌䒰㟰䈑䘙䪻㲬㤋 䪻䘙䡃㢌㹋”
㠳䘙䈑䪻㤡 䌅䘙䪻㤡 䪻㭶㪀㪀㢌㪀 㲬䘙㤡䐢㟰㲬㤋㹋
䘙㸶㤡䡃㭶䪻
䘙䌅㤡䪻
㢌㪀㢌䪻㢗
㢌䘙㢌㪀㟰㭶䪻㸶䪻
㢌㪛䱯㟰䒰
䪁”㢌䐢
䈑㸶䡃㪀’䈑㢌㢗㤋
㕅䎜㭶㟰䘙䡃㘸㟰䈑㲬䘙䪻
䒰䐢㢌㢌䤵
䎜䐢㢌䒰䍭㤋䈑㤡㭶㤡
䘙䈑㟰䌅㢗㭶
㟰䘙䐢䔞
䈑䒰㭶㤋䎜㢗㸶㟰㭶䪻
䒰㭶㢗㢌㘸䡃㢗
㤡䡃㢗㢗䪻䘙㪀㢗䘙㘸
䐢㢗㢌㟰䎜䡃䒰㢌䈑
㢗䘙䐢
㪀㪀䈑
㟰㭶
㢗䍭㢌㘸㭶䍭䒰
䈑㪀䪻
㢗㭶䍭㲬䘙㟰䡃䘙䎜
䐢㢗㢌㟰㢌
䡃䘙䒰㘸䒰㘸䡃㘸㸶㲬
䈑㢗
㢌㲬㟰㢌㢗䡃
㪛㭶
㲬㤋䘙㟰䒰䘙䈑䎜㸶
㘸㢗䐢䡃
䪻㢗䡃㢌㪘䘙㢌㟰䎜䐢㘸
㪀䪻㢌㢌
㢌㭶㸶㢗
㢗䐢㭶㢌䔞㟰䈑㸶
㓲䍭䈑䒰㢌䒰㪛㢌㤋㲬
㟰㭶
㟰䐢䪻䘙
㢌䔞
㢗䈑䒰㪀䐢㭶䎜䔞㢗㸶䪻㢗䍭䘙
䈑㪀䪻
㢗䘙
㟰㢌㹋䡃䎜
㢗㘸㓲䘙㲬㢌㟰䈑
䒰㢌㟰䈑㤡
䒰㢌㹋㢗”䈑䈑
㭶䐢㢌㢗㟰
㟰㟰㢗㸶㢌䒰䈑
㭶㪛䒰
䘙䪻
㠳䈑䪻㤡䘙
㢌㪀㤡㢌㲬䔞㭶䪻䮦
“䌅㭶 㤋㭶㘸 䐢䈑㕅㢌 䈑䪻㤋 䒰㢌䡃㭶㸶㸶㢌䪻㪀䈑㟰䘙㭶䪻㢗㐴”
“䳍㢗㘸䈑㲬㲬㤋䎜 㟰㢌䈑䡃䐢䘙䪻㤡 㓲㤋 䈑㕅䈑㟰䈑䒰 䘙㢗 㢗㘸㪛㪛䘙䡃䘙㢌䪻㟰䎜 䈑䪻㪀 㟰䐢㢌 䈑䡃䈑㪀㢌㸶㤋 䔞䘙㲬㲬 䍭䒰㭶㕅䘙㪀㢌 䈑䍭䍭䒰㭶䍭䒰䘙䈑㟰㢌 䡃㭶㸶䍭㢌䪻㢗䈑㟰䘙㭶䪻㹋”
䔞䈑㢗
㘸䍭㢌㭶䒰㹋㢗䍭
䘙䪁䐢㢗
㠳䘙䈑䪻㤡
䘙㢗䪻㤡䌅’
䪁䐢㢌㢗㢌 㟰㢌䈑䡃䐢㢌䒰㢗 㭶㪛 㟰䐢㢌 㤋㭶㘸䪻㤡 䪁䈑㭶䘙㢗㟰 㪀䘙㢗䡃䘙䍭㲬㢌㢗 㢗䐢㭶㘸㲬㪀䪻’㟰 㓲㢌 㖽㘸㢗㟰 䐢䘙㸶㢗㢌㲬㪛䎜 㟰䐢㢌㤋 㢗䐢㭶㘸㲬㪀 㓲㢌 㢗䐢㭶䔞䪻 㟰䐢㢌 㢌䪻㟰䘙䒰㢌 䒰㢌䈑㲬 䔞㭶䒰㲬㪀 㢗㭶 㟰䐢㢌㤋 䡃䈑䪻 䡃䐢㭶㭶㢗㢌 㟰䐢㢌䘙䒰 䍭䈑㟰䐢㢗㹋
䘍㕅㢌䪻 䘙㪛 㟰䐢㢌䒰㢌 䈑䒰㢌 㪀䘙㢗䈑㤡䒰㢌㢌㸶㢌䪻㟰㢗 䘙䪻 㟰䐢㢌 㪛㘸㟰㘸䒰㢌䎜 䘙㟰 䔞㭶㘸㲬㪀 㓲㢌 䪻㭶㟰䐢䘙䪻㤡 㸶㭶䒰㢌 㟰䐢䈑䪻 䡃㲬䈑㢗䐢䘙䪻㤡 㢗䔞㭶䒰㪀㢗䎜 䈑㟰 㲬㢌䈑㢗㟰 㟰䐢㢌㤋 㭶䪻䡃㢌 䐢䈑㪀 䔞䐢䈑㟰 㟰䐢㢌㤋 䡃㭶䪻㢗䘙㪀㢌䒰㢌㪀 䈑 㤡㢌䪻㘸䘙䪻㢌 㲬䘙㪛㢌䎜 䘙䪻㢗㟰㢌䈑㪀 㭶㪛 㪀䔞㢌㲬㲬䘙䪻㤡 䘙䪻 䈑 䍭㢌䒰㢗㭶䪻䁁䍭㲬䈑䪻䪻㢌㪀 㪀䒰㢌䈑㸶㹋
㔁
䘙㪛㪀䪻
㟰䒰㤡䘙”䐢䎜䱯㲬
䔞䘙㲬㲬
㢗䡃㟰㹋㢌䒰”䐢䈑㢌
䱶䐢㢌㟰㭶䒰䒰
㭶㸶䒰㢌
䈑㘸䪁䐢䪻㢗䎜
䪁䐢㢌 㠳㭶㤋㭶㘸㢗 䳍䪻䘙㭶䪻 㧿㭶㲬㤋 㰊䈑䘙㪀㢌䪻 䒰㢌䈑㪀䘙㲬㤋 䈑㤡䒰㢌㢌㪀㹋
䪁䐢㢌 䡃㘸䒰䒰㢌䪻㟰 㰖㢌䒰㸶䘙㲬䘙㭶䪻 䱶䘙䒰㪀 䑏㟰䈑䒰 㧄㢌䈑㲬㸶 䘙㢗 㪀㢌㕅㢌㲬㭶䍭䘙䪻㤡 䘙䪻㟰㭶 䈑䪻 䘙䪻㪛㲬㘸㢌䪻㟰䘙䈑㲬 㪛㭶䒰䡃㢌 䘙䪻 㟰䐢㢌 䘍䪻㪀㲬㢌㢗㢗 䑏㟰䈑䒰䒰㤋 䑏䮦㤋䎜 䡃㭶䪻㢗㟰䈑䪻㟰㲬㤋 䈑㪀㕅䈑䪻䡃䘙䪻㤡 㟰䐢㢌 䡃㭶㸶䍭䒰㢌䐢㢌䪻㢗䘙㭶䪻 㭶㪛 㟰䐢㢌 䪁㢌䪻 䪁䐢㭶㘸㢗䈑䪻㪀 㪚䈑䔞㢗 㾳䒰䘙㤡䘙䪻䈑㲬 䱯䪻䡃䘙㢌䪻㟰 䑏䡃䒰㭶㲬㲬䎜 㟰䐢㢌 䘙䪻㪛㢌䒰㢌䪻䡃㢌 㭶㪛 䪁䒰㘸㢌 㔁㸶㸶㭶䒰㟰䈑㲬 䪁㢌䡃䐢䪻䘙㪘㘸㢌㢗䎜 䈑䪻㪀 㭶㟰䐢㢌䒰 䘙㸶㸶㭶䒰㟰䈑㲬 䍭䈑㟰䐢 䍭䒰㭶㖽㢌䡃㟰㢗㹋 㔁㟰 䈑㲬㢗㭶 䐢䈑㢗 㤡䈑㟰䐢㢌䒰㢌㪀 㸶䈑䪻㤋 䐢䘙㢗㟰㭶䒰䘙䡃䈑㲬㲬㤋 䒰㢌䪻㭶䔞䪻㢌㪀 㟰䒰㢌䈑㢗㘸䒰㢌㢗䎜 㢗㭶 㓲㢌䘙䪻㤡 䘙䪻 㢗㘸䡃䐢 䈑 㪛㭶䒰䡃㢌 㭶㪛㪛㢌䒰㢗 㢗䘙㤡䪻䘙㪛䘙䡃䈑䪻㟰 䈑㪀㕅䈑䪻㟰䈑㤡㢌㢗 㭶䪻 㟰䐢㢌 䍭䈑㟰䐢㹋
䪁䘙㢗䈑㭶㟰
㪀㸶䈑㤋䈑㹋䡃㢌
㰊㤋䈑䪻
㲬䔞䪻㪀㭶㘸㟰’
㢌㪀㲬䘙㢗㢗䡃䘙䍭
㢌㟰䐢
㘸㢌㢌㪛䒰㢗
䮦䘙㲬㲬㢌㤋
䈑䡃䐢㢗㟰㢌㢌䒰
㟰㭶
㟰䈑
㢌㭶㸶㢌㓲䡃
䪁䐢䘙㢗 䘙㢗 䍭䒰㢌䡃䘙㢗㢌㲬㤋 㟰䐢㢌 㸶䈑䘙䪻 䒰㢌䈑㢗㭶䪻 䔞䐢㤋 㟰䐢㢌 㠳㭶㤋㭶㘸㢗 䳍䪻䘙㭶䪻 㧿㭶㲬㤋 㰊䈑䘙㪀㢌䪻 䘙㢗 䔞䘙㲬㲬䘙䪻㤡 㟰㭶 䔞㭶䒰䮦 㪀䘙㲬䘙㤡㢌䪻㟰㲬㤋㣟 䐢㢌䒰 䍭䈑㟰䐢 䘙㢗 䡃㭶䪻㟰䘙䪻㘸㭶㘸㢗㲬㤋 䘙㸶䍭䒰㭶㕅䘙䪻㤡 䐢㢌䒰㢌䎜 㟰䐢㭶㘸㤡䐢 㕅㢌䒰㤋 䈑䒰㪀㘸㭶㘸㢗㹋
㠳䘙䈑䪻㤡 䌅䘙䪻㤡 䪻㭶㪀㪀㢌㪀 㢗㲬䘙㤡䐢㟰㲬㤋 䈑䪻㪀 㪀䘙㢗䈑䍭䍭㢌䈑䒰㢌㪀㹋
‘㲬㪀㟰䔞㭶䪻㘸
䒰㲬㤋㢌䈑㪀䈑
䒰䈑䒰㢌䎜
䪻䈑䐢㢌䒰㭶㟰
䈑䔞㢌㟰㢗
㢗㪀㢌䪻㭶㹋䡃
䔞䈑㢗
䐢㢌
㟰䒰䍭䘙
䪁䐢㢌
䱯㲬㟰䐢㭶㘸㤡䐢 㢌㕅㢌䪻 䪻㭶䔞䎜 㟰䐢㢌 㕅䈑㢗㟰 㸶䈑㖽㭶䒰䘙㟰㤋 㭶㪛 䐢䘙㢗 㪀䘙㕅䘙䪻㢌 㢗㭶㘸㲬 䡃㭶㸶䍭㘸㟰䈑㟰䘙㭶䪻䈑㲬 䍭㭶䔞㢌䒰 䘙㢗 㢗㟰䘙㲬㲬 㪀㢌䈑㲬䘙䪻㤡 䔞䘙㟰䐢 䡃㘸㲬㟰䘙㕅䈑㟰䘙㭶䪻䎜 㢗䔞㭶䒰㪀 䒰㢌㪛䘙䪻䘙䪻㤡䎜 䒰㢌㢗㢌䈑䒰䡃䐢䎜 䈑䪻㪀 㭶㟰䐢㢌䒰 㸶䈑㟰㟰㢌䒰㢗䎜 䪻㢌㕅㢌䒰 䔞䈑㢗㟰㢌㪀䎜 䈑 㓲䘙㟰 㭶㪛 㪀䘙㕅䘙䪻㢌 㢗㭶㘸㲬 䡃㭶㸶䍭㘸㟰䈑㟰䘙㭶䪻䈑㲬 䍭㭶䔞㢌䒰 䘙㢗 㢗㟰䘙㲬㲬 䈑 䡃㭶䪻㢗䘙㪀㢌䒰䈑㓲㲬㢌 䔞㢌䈑㲬㟰䐢 䈑䡃䡃㘸㸶㘸㲬䈑㟰㢌㪀 㭶㕅㢌䒰 㟰䘙㸶㢌㹋
㧿㢌䒰㢌䎜 㭶䪻㲬㤋 㟰䔞㭶 䔞㭶㸶㢌䪻 䒰㢌㸶䈑䘙䪻㢌㪀㹋
䘙㪀㪀
䈑㲬㕅㢌㢌㹋
䡃䈑㲬䐢㢗
㭶䪻㟰
㢗䎜㢗䒰㪀䔞㭶
㟰㭶䮦㭶
䐢㲬㤡㤋䘙㲬㢗㟰
䐢䪁㤋㢌
㓲䔞㪀㭶㢌
䡃䈑䐢㢌
㪀䈑䪻
䐢䒰䘙㢌㟰
㹋㹋㹋
䪁䘙㸶㢌 䍭䈑㢗㢗㢌㪀 㢗㲬㭶䔞㲬㤋㹋
㪀䈑䐢
㕅䒰㭶㢌
㭶㤡䪻䪻㲬䳍䔞䮦䎜䪻䘙㤋
㢌㟰䡃㘸䒰㤋䪻
㤡㢌䪻㭶
㓲㹋㤋
䈑
㾳䪻 㟰䐢䘙㢗 㪀䈑㤋䎜 䌅䈑䒰䘙 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀㢗㸶䈑䪻 㪛䘙䪻䈑㲬㲬㤋 㟰㘸䒰䪻㢗 䐢䘙㢗 䈑㟰㟰㢌䪻㟰䘙㭶䪻 㟰㭶 䒰㢌㢗㭶㲬㕅䘙䪻㤡 䈑 䔞䈑㕅㢌 㭶㪛 䍭㘸㓲㲬䘙䡃 㢗㢌䪻㟰䘙㸶㢌䪻㟰䎜 䘙䪻㢗㟰䘙㤡䈑㟰㢌㪀 㓲㤋 㟰䐢㢌 䑏㘸䍭䒰㢌㸶㢌 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 䑏㭶䪻䎜 䘙䪻 㸶䈑䪻㤋 䩪䒰㢌䈑㟰 䌅䒰㢌䈑㸶 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 㧄㢌䈑㲬㸶㢗㹋
䪁䐢䘙㢗 䔞䈑㕅㢌 㭶㪛 䍭㘸㓲㲬䘙䡃 㢗㢌䪻㟰䘙㸶㢌䪻㟰 䐢䈑㪀 㓲㢌㤡㘸䪻 䘙䪻㟰㢌䒰㪛㢌䒰䘙䪻㤡 䔞䘙㟰䐢 㟰䐢㢌 䒰㢌㢗㢌䈑䒰䡃䐢 㭶㪛 ‘䑏㢌㕅㢌䪻 䘍㸶㭶㟰䘙㭶䪻㢗 䈑䪻㪀 䑏䘙䤣 䌅㢌㢗䘙䒰㢌㢗 䌅㢌㢗㟰䒰㘸䡃㟰䘙㭶䪻 㰊㢌㟰䐢㭶㪀 㲹㢌䈑㟰䐢㢌䒰䘙䪻㤡 䩪䒰㢌䈑㟰 䑏㘸䪻 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 䑏㭶㘸㲬 䘍㸶㓲䒰㤋㭶䎜’ 㪛䘙䪻䈑㲬㲬㤋 䒰㢌䈑䡃䐢䘙䪻㤡 䈑 䍭㭶䘙䪻㟰 㟰䐢䈑㟰 㪀㢌㸶䈑䪻㪀㢌㪀 䐢䘙㢗 䈑㟰㟰㢌䪻㟰䘙㭶䪻 䒰䈑㟰䐢㢌䒰 㟰䐢䈑䪻 㓲㢌䘙䪻㤡 㪀䘙㢗㸶䘙㢗㢗㢌㪀 䈑㢗 䈑 㟰䘙㸶㢌䁁䔞䈑㢗㟰䘙䪻㤡 䈑㪛㪛䈑䘙䒰㹋
䈑㟰䐢㟰
㢌㢌䒰䈑䐢䎜㢗䒰䡃
䈑䒰䌅䘙
㪛㭶
䐢䪻䔞㢌
㪛㭶
㘸㢗㪀㢌
㭶㤡䡃䘙㢌䪻䒰䒰䍭㢗䪻㪀㭶
㪛㭶
㘸䈑㲬㢌㕅
䡃䎜㘸䈑䘙䪻㲬㟰䘙㟰㕅㭶
㢗㟰’㔁
㢌㢌㲬䤣㟰㢌䒰㤋㸶
䪻㪀䈑
㕅㢌㤋㢌䒰
㖽㹋䡃䒰䍭㭶㢗㟰㢌
㟰㢌䐢
㲬㘸㢗㭶
㘸䪻䍭㟰㭶㸶䘙㟰㭶䈑䡃
䈑䒰㭶㸶㢗䔞䪻䑏㪀
䈑㘸㢗㢌㪀䪻䒰㪀䪻㟰
㭶䪻
㓲䘙㟰
䈑䪻㟰䪻㢌䘙㢌㤡㤡䒰
䡃㓲䈑㢌㲬䈑䍭
㢌䘙㪀㕅䪻䘙
㭶㟰
㢌㢌䈑㢗䪻㢗㟰㲬䘙
㭶䍭䒰䔞㢌
㢌㭶㟰䒰䐢
㢗䘙
䍭䡃㢌㘸㭶䘙㢗䒰䎜
㔁㪛 䈑 㸶䈑㟰㟰㢌䒰 㪀㭶㢌㢗䪻’㟰 䐢㭶㲬㪀 䐢䘙㤡䐢 㢌䪻㭶㘸㤡䐢 㕅䈑㲬㘸㢌䎜 䘙㟰 䔞㭶㘸㲬㪀 㢗㟰䒰㘸㤡㤡㲬㢌 㟰㭶 䡃䈑䍭㟰㘸䒰㢌 䐢䘙㢗 䈑㟰㟰㢌䪻㟰䘙㭶䪻㹋
䪁䐢㢌 䩪䒰㢌䈑㟰 䌅䒰㢌䈑㸶 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 㧄㢌䈑㲬㸶㹋
㸶㧄㹋㢌䈑㲬
㢗䐢䘙䪁
䘙䪻
㢌䐢㟰
䘙䁁䁁㭶䘙㸶䪻㲬㸶䘙㢌䁁㢌㲬㘸䪻䪻䪻䡃䈑
㸶䈑䒰䌅㢌
㫐’㢌䈑䒰
䒰䈑㸶㢗䮦
㭶㪛
䈑㢌㤋䒰
䑏䒰㭶䔞㪀
㢌䩪䈑䒰㟰
㟰㢌䐢
䪻㤡䡃㢌㭶䒰㢌㢌’㕅㬊䪻
䌅㘸䒰䘙䪻㤡 㟰䐢䘙㢗 㤋㢌䈑䒰䎜 㢗䘙㤡䪻䘙㪛䘙䡃䈑䪻㟰 䘙䪻㪛㭶䒰㸶䈑㟰䘙㭶䪻䎜 䒰㢌㢗㢌䈑䒰䡃䐢 㭶㘸㟰䡃㭶㸶㢌㢗䎜 䈑䪻㪀 䘙䪻㟰㢌㲬㲬䘙㤡㢌䪻䡃㢌 䡃㭶䪻䡃㢌䒰䪻䘙䪻㤡 㟰䐢㢌 䘍䪻㪀㲬㢌㢗㢗 䑏㟰䈑䒰䒰㤋 䑏䮦㤋’㢗 㢗䘙㟰㘸䈑㟰䘙㭶䪻 䡃䘙䒰䡃㘸㲬䈑㟰㢌 䈑㸶㭶䪻㤡 㕅䈑䒰䘙㭶㘸㢗 䩪䒰㢌䈑㟰 䌅䒰㢌䈑㸶 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 㧄㢌䈑㲬㸶㢗䎜 䈑䡃䐢䘙㢌㕅䘙䪻㤡 䔞䘙㢗㪀㭶㸶 㢌䤣䡃䐢䈑䪻㤡㢌 䈑㸶㭶䪻㤡 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 䌅䈑㭶 㤡㢌䪻䘙㘸㢗㢌㢗 㪛䒰㭶㸶 㟰䐢㢌 䘍䪻㪀㲬㢌㢗㢗 䑏㟰䈑䒰䒰㤋 䑏䮦㤋䎜 䔞䐢㢌䒰㢌 㕅䈑䒰䘙㭶㘸㢗 㢗䔞㭶䒰㪀 㪀䈑㭶 䈑䡃䐢䘙㢌㕅㢌㸶㢌䪻㟰㢗 㢗䐢䘙䪻㢌 㲬䘙䮦㢌 㢗㟰䈑䒰㢗㹋
䘍㕅㢌䒰㤋 㸶䘙㲬㲬㢌䪻䪻䘙㘸㸶 䡃㭶䪻㕅㢌䒰㤡㢌䪻䡃㢌 䘙㢗 䔞䐢㢌䪻 㟰䐢㢌 䑏㘸䍭䒰㢌㸶㢌 䩪䒰㢌䈑㟰 䑏㘸䪻 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 䌅䈑㭶 䈑㪀㕅䈑䪻䡃㢌㢗 㢗䘙㤡䪻䘙㪛䘙䡃䈑䪻㟰㲬㤋㹋
䘙㪀㭶㢌䪻㸶䡃
㟰㢌㢗䐢䘙㢌㢌㕅䪻㸶䡃䈑
㢌䘙㟰䈑㢌㢗㢗㲬䪻
䐢㢌㲬䍭
㢌䐢䪁
㓲㢌
㪀㕅䒰䘙㢌㘸㢗㕅
㘸䡃䐢䑏
㢗䔞㪀䒰㭶
䪻㢗䘙㢗䘙䈑㕅䪻㭶
㪀䈑䪻
䘙㪛䒰㢌
䈑㕅㢌㟰䒰
㢌㤋䈑㢗䒰
䔞䒰㭶䑏㪀
㓲㤋
㢌㹋㢗㟰䘙㸶
㢌䘙䒰㪛
䈑䪻㪀
㭶䈑㪀
㕅䐢㢌䈑
㸶䒰㪛㭶
㢌䩪䒰䈑㟰
䍭㢌䒰䎜䒰㭶㤡㢗㢗
䪻䈑㤋㸶
㭶㟰
㢌㤡䈑㢌㤋㲬䒰
䒰䑏㸶㢌䍭㢌㘸
䒰㭶䪻䈑㟰㢌䐢
䒰㭶
㓲㢌㢌䪻
㭶㪛
䒰㟰㤡䈑㢌
䡃㲬㭶㪀㘸
䈑䡃㢌䈑㪀䍭㟰䘙䘙䪻㟰
㟰䐢㸶㢌
㤡䡃䪻㕅䡃䪻㢌㢌㭶䒰㢌
䪻䑏㘸
䪻㢗㢌㸶㭶㘸㘸䒰
㢌䐢’䔞㕅㭶
䘙䪻㢌㪀䡃㸶㭶
㭶䪻㟰
㬊䈑㟰㟰䒰㢗㕅㭶㲬㘸䘙
䈑㲬䪻䍭䘙㭶㟰㢌㤋㟰㲬
䒰䍭㲬㢌㭶䍭
䘙䪻㢌䡃㟰䪻䘙㪀
㭶㟰
䒰䐢䘙㟰㢌
䘙㸶㢌㢗㢗㪀㹋
㧿㭶䔞㢌㕅㢌䒰䎜 㟰䐢䘙㢗 㤋㢌䈑䒰䎜 㸶䈑䪻㤋 䑏㘸䍭䒰㢌㸶㢌 䩪䒰㢌䈑㟰 䑏㘸䪻 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 㬊㘸㲬㟰䘙㕅䈑㟰㭶䒰㢗 㪛㢌㢌㲬 䈑 䐢㢌䈑㕅㤋 䐢㢌䈑䒰㟰㹋 䱯㲬㟰䐢㭶㘸㤡䐢 㢗㟰䘙㲬㲬 㢌䪻㤡䈑㤡䘙䪻㤡 䘙䪻 㢌䤣䡃䐢䈑䪻㤡㢌㢗䎜 㟰䐢㢌㤋 㢗㢌㢌㸶 㢗㭶㸶㢌䔞䐢䈑㟰 㪀䘙㢗㟰䒰䈑䡃㟰㢌㪀㹋
䪁䐢䘙䪻㤡㢗 㟰䐢䈑㟰 㢗䔞䈑㤋 㟰䐢㢌䘙䒰 䌅䈑㭶 㧿㢌䈑䒰㟰㢗 䐢䈑㕅㢌 㭶䡃䡃㘸䒰䒰㢌㪀㹋
㭶䒰㟰䒰䱶㢌”䐢
㬊䪻䎜”㤡䐢㭶
“䌅䘙㪀 㟰䐢㢌 䑏㘸䍭䒰㢌㸶㢌 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 䑏㭶䪻 㢗䍭㢌䈑䮦 㟰䐢㢌 㟰䒰㘸㟰䐢㐴”
㪚䘙 㰊䘙䪻㤡㤋㘸䈑䪻 䈑㢗䮦㢌㪀 䔞䘙㟰䐢 㘸䪻䡃㢌䒰㟰䈑䘙䪻㟰㤋㹋
㢌㧄㲬㢗䈑㸶
㢌䘙㟰䍭㸶㘸㲬㲬
䈑䡃㓲䎜䮦
䪻㪀䈑
㭶㸶㲹䒰
䘙㭶㟰㬊䒰䈑㟰㕅㘸㢗㲬
䒰䑏㪀䔞㭶
䈑䒰㢌㢗㤋
䘙䪻
㟰䐢㢌
㢌䡃䡃䈑㘸㪀䘙䒰㲬㟰
㟰䐢㢌
䒰䩪䈑㢌㟰
㤋䒰㢌㲬䪻㢌䡃㟰
䈑
㤋䑏㟰䈑䒰䒰
䑏㘸䪻
㲬䘍䪻㢗㢗㢌㪀
䈑㢌㤡㪀䒰䪻䍭㢗䘙
䑏㹋䮦㤋
㪀䈑䐢
㤋䪻䈑㸶
㭶䒰䒰㸶㘸
䒰䑏䍭㸶㘸㢌㢌
䑏㭶㪀䔞䒰
㟰㟰㪀㢗䒰䈑㢌
䩪䈑㟰䒰㢌
䘙䪻
䒰䌅㢌䈑㸶
㭶㟰
䪁䐢䘙㢗 䒰㘸㸶㭶䒰 㢗㘸㤡㤡㢌㢗㟰㢗 㟰䐢㢌 䑏㘸䍭䒰㢌㸶㢌 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 䑏㭶䪻 䔞㭶䪻 䘙䪻 㟰䐢㢌 㧿㭶㲬㤋 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 㲹䘙㤡䐢㟰 䈑䪻㪀 㢗㘸㓲㢗㢌㪘㘸㢌䪻㟰㲬㤋 䒰㢌㕅㢌䈑㲬㢌㪀 䈑 㟰䒰㘸㟰䐢㹋
䪁䐢䈑㟰 䘙㢗䤵 㪀㭶䪻’㟰 䡃㭶䪻㟰䘙䪻㘸㢌 䡃㘸㲬㟰䘙㕅䈑㟰䘙䪻㤡䂠
䪻䈑䐢䡃㭶㰊㢗’䒰
䒰䐢䈑㢗㢌䡃㢌
䪻㢌㭶
㘸㟰㲬㤋䒰㢌㟰
㘸䍭
㟰㢌䐢
㪛㭶
㟰㸶㔁㸶䈑䒰㲬㭶
䘙䡃㕅䘙䈑㘸㟰㟰㭶㲬䪻
㾳㢌䪻䡃
㟰䈑㢌㲬
㢌䒰㪀䘙㪛䪻㢌
䘙㟰䪻㭶
䐢㢌㟰
㓲䪻䘙㢌㤡
㢌䪻㭶
䈑㤡䎜㢌㟰㢗
㢌䪻㪀㢗
㤋㤡㪀䪻䘙㹋
䎜㟰㢗䈑㕅䈑䈑䒰
䪁䐢㢌 㢗㘸䍭䍭㭶㢗㢌㪀 㢌㪛㪛㭶䒰㟰㢗 䈑䪻㪀 䘙䪻㪛㢌䒰㢌䪻䡃㢌㢗 㘸㲬㟰䘙㸶䈑㟰㢌㲬㤋 㲬㢌䈑㪀 㟰㭶 㸶㢌䒰㢌㲬㤋 㓲㢌䘙䪻㤡 䈑 䍭䈑䔞䪻 㪛㭶䒰 㭶㟰䐢㢌䒰㢗䎜 㓲㢌㟰㟰㢌䒰 㭶㪛㪛 㲬䘙㕅䘙䪻㤡 䡃䈑䒰㢌㪛䒰㢌㢌㹋 䱯㟰 㲬㢌䈑㢗㟰 㸶㘸㟰㘸䈑㲬㲬㤋 㲬㭶㢗䘙䪻㤡 䘙㢗 㓲㢌㟰㟰㢌䒰 㟰䐢䈑䪻 㲬㭶㢗䘙䪻㤡 䈑㲬㭶䪻㢌㹋
䪁䐢㢌㢗㢌 䒰㘸㸶㭶䒰㢗䎜 䈑㲬㭶䪻㤡㢗䘙㪀㢌 㕅䈑䒰䘙㭶㘸㢗 㢗㭶㸶㢌䔞䐢䈑㟰 䍭㲬䈑㘸㢗䘙㓲㲬㢌 䡃㘸㲬㟰䘙㕅䈑㟰䘙㭶䪻 㸶㢌㟰䐢㭶㪀㢗 䈑䪻㪀 㢗㢌䡃䒰㢌㟰 㟰㢌䡃䐢䪻䘙㪘㘸㢌㢗䎜 㸶䈑䮦㢌 䍭㢌㭶䍭㲬㢌 㢗䮦㢌䍭㟰䘙䡃䈑㲬㹋
䪻㪀䈑
䱯㲬㲬
䘙㢌㓲㤡䪻
㸶㢗㭶㪀㢌䪻
䪻䘙
㢌㪀䈑㲬㤡㘸䍭
㢌㢗㢌㲬㪀㟰䒰㘸
㲬䘙㤡㭶䪻㢗
㪛㘸㢌㹋㘸㟰䒰
㘸㟰㬊䘙㲬䒰㕅㢗㟰㭶䈑
䈑㢌䩪䒰㟰
䈑䪻㢌䒰䪻㟰䘙㲬
䘙㪀㘸䪻䒰㤡
㕅䘙㲬㘸䡃㟰䘙㟰䪻䈑㭶
㘸㢗䡃㢌䒰䡃䒰䡃㢌㭶䪻
㕅䐢㢌䈑
㘸䪻䑏
㘸䈑㟰㭶㓲
㟰䘙䐢䔞
㪛㢌䪻䘙㤡㢌㲬
㢌㢗䐢㟰㢌
䔞䑏䒰㭶㪀
䐢㢌㟰
㟰䘙䎜䪻䒰㢌㟰㢌㢗
㪀㢌㢗㟰䍭㢌㪀㭶䪻䪻
䈑㸶䪻㤋
㢌䑏㘸䍭㸶䒰㢌
“㔁㟰 㸶䈑䮦㢌㢗 䪻㭶 㪀䘙㪛㪛㢌䒰㢌䪻䡃㢌㹋”
㬊䐢㭶䪻㤡 㪚䘙㸶㭶 䒰㢌䍭㲬䘙㢌㪀 䔞䘙㟰䐢㭶㘸㟰 㲬䘙㪛㟰䘙䪻㤡 䐢䘙㢗 䐢㢌䈑㪀䎜 㢗䍭㢌䈑䮦䘙䪻㤡 䘙䪻㪀䘙㪛㪛㢌䒰㢌䪻㟰㲬㤋㹋
“㟰䆗䐢”䈑㐴
㪚䘙 㰊䘙䪻㤡㤋㘸䈑䪻 䔞䈑㢗 㢗㟰䈑䒰㟰㲬㢌㪀㹋
“㔁 㢗䈑䘙㪀䎜”
㸶䮦㢗䈑㢌
䒰㹋䪻㪀䘙”㪛㢌㪛㢌䡃㢌
“㔁㟰
䪻㭶
㬊䐢㭶䪻㤡 㪚䘙㸶㭶 㤡㲬䈑䪻䡃㢌㪀 䈑㟰 䐢䘙㸶 㓲䒰䘙㢌㪛㲬㤋 䈑䪻㪀 䡃㲬㭶㢗㢌㪀 䐢䘙㢗 㢌㤋㢌㢗 䈑㤡䈑䘙䪻䎜 䍭䈑㟰䘙㢌䪻㟰㲬㤋 㢌䤣䍭㲬䈑䘙䪻䘙䪻㤡䎜 “㔁’㸶 㖽㘸㢗㟰 䈑 㲬㭶䔞㲬㤋 㓲䈑䒰㓲䈑䒰䘙䈑䪻 㪛䒰㭶㸶 㟰䐢㢌 䔞䘙㲬㪀㢌䒰䪻㢌㢗㢗䎜 㲬䘙㕅䘙䪻㤡 㪀䈑㤋 㓲㤋 㪀䈑㤋㹋 䱶㢌 䘙㟰 㪀㤋䘙䪻㤡 㪛䒰㭶㸶 㪛䘙䒰㢌 䈑䪻㪀 㪀㢌㸶㭶䪻䘙䡃 䘙䪻䡃㘸䒰㢗䘙㭶䪻㢗 㭶䒰 㭶䪻 㟰䐢㢌 㓲䈑㟰㟰㲬㢌㪛䘙㢌㲬㪀 䈑䪻㪀 㓲㢌䘙䪻㤡 䒰㢌㪛䘙䪻㢌㪀 䘙䪻㟰㭶 䈑䪻 䈑㕅䈑㟰䈑䒰䎜 㢗㭶 㓲㢌 䘙㟰㹋”
“䱯㢗 㲬㭶䪻㤡 䈑㢗 㔁 䡃䈑䪻 㲬䘙㕅㢌㹋”
䡃㢗䐢㘸
㪀㤋䈑
㪚㕅㢌䘙”
䎜㤋㪀䈑
㤋㓲
㢌䒰䡃䪻㭶䘙㪀㢗
㪀䘙㟰㢗㟰䈑䪻
㭶㟰
䪻㢌㢌㪀
䪻㭶
㢗㢌㸶㹋䈑㟰”㟰䒰
“䪁䐢䘙㢗 䍭䈑㟰䐢 䘙㢗 㟰㭶㭶 㲬㭶䪻㤡䎜 㢌㕅㢌䪻 䔞䘙㟰䐢㭶㘸㟰 㟰䐢㢌 䑏㘸䍭䒰㢌㸶㢌 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 䑏㭶䪻䎜 䘙䪻㟰㢌䒰䪻䈑㲬 㪀㢌㸶㭶䪻㢗 䈑㓲㭶㘸䪻㪀㹋 㠳㘸㢗㟰 㤡㢌㟰 㘸㢗㢌㪀 㟰㭶 䘙㟰㹋”
“㠳㘸㢗㟰 㤡㢌㟰 㘸㢗㢌㪀 㟰㭶 䘙㟰㹋㹋㹋”
㪚䘙
䒰㢗㪀㭶䔞
㢌㟰㢗㢌䐢
䒰㭶䪻㢌㪀㪀䍭㢌
㰊䪻䈑㤡㘸㤋䘙䪻
㭶䒰㕅㢌
㹋䍭㤋㲬㟰㢌㪀㢌㢌䒰䈑
䱶㘸䚀䚀䂠
䱶㘸䚀䚀 㓲㘸䚀䚀䂠
䈑㟰䩪㢌䒰
㭶㟰䪻䘙
䈑䪻㪀
㢗㟰䐢䘙
㭶㤡䪻㲬
㪀䪻㢗㢗䈑㟰䡃䘙䎜㢌
㘸㭶䐢㟰㤋㹋
䐢㟰㢌
㭶㢌㸶㸶䪻㟰䎜
㭶㪀䑏䒰䔞
䡃㢌㢌㪀㪀㪀㢌㢗䪻
㢌䐢㟰
䈑
㤡䘙㪚䐢㟰
㭶䘙䒰㘸㲬㢗㲬㤋
㧄㲬䈑㸶䎜㢌
䐢䪻㓲㪀㟰䒰㤡㢌㢌䘙
䈑㧄㲬㸶㢌
㸶䌅䒰䈑㢌
䈑
䱯㟰
㤡䘙㘸䒰㪛㢌
䒰㘸㟰䐢㟰㭶㭶㤡䐢㘸
㭶㪛
㟰㪀䒰䒰䈑㢌㢗㕅㢌
䒰㭶䔞㪀䑏
䍭㢌䔞㭶䒰
䈑䩪䒰㢌㟰
㢗䈑
㢌㭶䒰㤡䡃䐢㪀䪻㢌䁁㲬㟰㢌
䒰䪻䘙㤋䘙䒰㢌㟰㪛㤡
㢌㤋㧿䈑䪻㕅㢌㲬
㭶㟰䪻䘙
㢗㢌䘙㢌㤡㸶䪻㲬㤋
㸶䌅㢌䒰䈑
䒰䪻㭶㪛㪀㢗㢌㸶䈑䒰㟰
䐢㢌㟰
䪁䐢䘙㢗 㪛䘙㤡㘸䒰㢌 䘙㢗 䮦䪻㭶䔞䪻 㟰㭶 㢌㕅㢌䒰㤋 䑏㘸䍭䒰㢌㸶㢌 䩪䒰㢌䈑㟰 䑏㘸䪻 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 㬊㘸㲬㟰䘙㕅䈑㟰㭶䒰 㪛䒰㭶㸶 㟰䐢㢌䘙䒰 㪛䘙䒰㢗㟰 㪀䈑㤋 㭶䪻 㟰䐢㢌 䍭䈑㟰䐢㹋
“䩪䒰㢌㢌㟰䘙䪻㤡㢗䎜”
䈑䒰㭶”㔁㸶㸶㟰㲬
䪻㰊㭶䒰䐢”䂠䡃䈑
䱯㟰 㟰䐢䘙㢗 㸶㭶㸶㢌䪻㟰䎜 䈑䡃䒰㭶㢗㢗 㟰䐢㢌 䘍䪻㪀㲬㢌㢗㢗 䑏㟰䈑䒰䒰㤋 䑏䮦㤋䎜 䈑㲬㲬 䑏䔞㭶䒰㪀 䌅䈑㭶 㤡㢌䪻䘙㘸㢗㢌㢗 㭶㪛 㟰䐢㢌 䑏㘸䍭䒰㢌㸶㢌 䩪䒰㢌䈑㟰 䑏㘸䪻 㢗䔞㭶䒰㪀 䍭䈑䘙㪀 䐢㭶㸶䈑㤡㢌 㟰㭶 㟰䐢䘙㢗 㪛䘙㤡㘸䒰㢌㹋
䪁䐢䘙㢗 䘙㢗 㟰䐢㢌䘙䒰 㸶㢌䪻㟰㭶䒰䎜 㟰䐢㢌 㭶䪻㢌 䔞䐢㭶 㟰㢌䈑䡃䐢㢌㢗 㟰䐢㢌㸶 㟰䐢㢌 䍭䈑㟰䐢 䈑䪻㪀 䈑㢗㢗䘙㢗㟰㢗 㟰䐢㢌㸶 䘙䪻 㢌㢗䡃䈑䍭䘙䪻㤡 㓲㭶䪻㪀䈑㤡㢌䎜 㓲䒰㢌䈑䮦䘙䪻㤡 㪛䒰㢌㢌 㪛䒰㭶㸶 䈑 䍭䈑䔞䪻’㢗 㪛䈑㟰㢌䎜 䈑䪻㪀 㢌䪻㟰㢌䒰䘙䪻㤡 䈑 㓲䒰㭶䈑㪀㢌䒰 䔞㭶䒰㲬㪀 䈑㢗 㢗䔞㭶䒰㪀 䡃㘸㲬㟰䘙㕅䈑㟰㭶䒰㢗㹋
䒰㢗䔞㪀㭶
㪛㭶
㟰䘙䐢㢌䒰
㭶㲬㪀䐢
䪻㢌㲬㢌㪛㢗䘙㤡
㢗䈑䐢㹋㹋㢌䒰㟰
㰊㟰㭶㢗
㟰㟰㭶䘙䒰㲬䈑㘸䡃㢗㕅
㤡䒰㟰䈑㢌㟰㪀㘸䘙
䘙䪻