novelraw Chapter 943: 922: I'm Not a Very Proper Taoist
Chapter 943: 922: I'm Not a Very Proper Taoist
Capítulo 943: Chapter 922: I’m Not a Very Proper Taoist
The General Zheng’s Mansion hung white lanterns and set up a mourning hall because Miss Zheng, who had been missing for three years, ultimately met her untimely demise, young and beautiful, leaving people lamenting. Especially after hearing that this girl was harmed by her future husband, it made people sigh even more.
If Luan Bailin were here, who knows how many rotten eggs and sewage would be thrown at him.
Even though there’s no trial yet, Luan Bailin hasn’t been doing well. His lower body was already severely injured, and now he’s haunted by Zheng Yao’s resentful energy. Overnight, that unspeakable area developed ghost sores, emitting a fetid pus and unbearable pain.
Besides the ghost sores, he kept reliving the terrifying nightmare of being assaulted, his belly swelling as if pregnant, then being buried alive and losing breath, with his soul being hopelessly trapped, unable to save himself.
This is a ghost-induced nightmare with an intense sense of immersion, and Zheng Yao wants him to constantly repeat the horrors she experienced, to feel her pain personally.
The number of people coming to the General’s Mansion to pay their respects was countless.
Qin Liuxi arrived as scheduled, but upon reaching the mourning hall, she saw a group of bald monks from the Yufu Temple, led by Master Hui Quan, who had come to chant the Rebirth Scripture for Miss Zheng’s soul.
Well, that saved her some trouble.
With palms together, Hui Quan chanted Buddha’s name to Qin Liuxi, saying, “The poor monk, following the abbot’s intent, has brought disciples to send Miss Zheng on her way.”
“Buddha is merciful,” Qin Liuxi nodded slightly.
Hui Quan took a seat by the side of the cushion outside the mourning hall and began chanting scriptures with a group of monks, drawing the attention of those who came to pay respects.
So many monks from the Yufu Temple came to chant the Rebirth Scripture; it’s quite a lineup.
Some believers listened to a segment of the scripture before leaving.
Standing in the mourning hall, Qin Liuxi cast a glance at Zheng Yao sitting crouched on the red sandalwood coffin. Witnessing the resentful energy around her gradually dissipating under the scriptures, she nodded approvingly.
Only when she resumed her lovely appearance before death, with the resentful energy gone, Qin Liuxi stepped forward and offered one stick of incense. From beside the Treasure Burning Bowl, she took several sheets of yellow paper, her fingers dexterously folding them into gold ingots, which she then burned in the bowl, saying, “Go say goodbye to your father.”
Zheng Yao received the glittering ingots, speechless.
Sending off one’s child while having white hair is brutal. According to tradition, the Great General couldn’t personally stand guard and send her off; thus, he didn’t go to the mourning hall but sat dazed in his courtyard, accompanied by Lord Zuo and Elder Yu.
Obviously, Elder Yu came over after hearing rumors, and Lord Zuo thought he was gossiping, wanting first-hand news, which was quite shameless.
Elder Yu ignored the cold look, blocking his dissatisfaction with a single sentence.
“If it weren’t for me, would you have met the Junior Temple Master, and then recommended to the Great General?”
Lord Zuo was speechless and angrily plucked two beard hairs in irritation.
When Qin Liuxi arrived, she saw these two old fellows bickering and couldn’t help but cough to remind them to be considerate of the Great General’s emotions.
The Great General awoke with a start, looked up, and saw Zheng Yao’s appearance before her disappearance. Knowing why she had come, his tears immediately fell.
“Father,” Zheng Yao floated over, knelt before him, her forehead resting on his knee, crying wretchedly.
Qin Liuxi gave them some time, meanwhile casting a spell to summon ghost messengers.
Soon after, a gust of cold wind brought ghost messengers, who bowed to Qin Liuxi.
Qin Liuxi burned two gold ingots as fees for running errands and advised them to wait a little longer before she called out to Zheng Yao, “It’s time to leave.”
The Great General, his heart wrenched, showed reluctance yet waved with resolve, “Go ahead, don’t worry about me; I will live happily.”
Zheng Yao kowtowed nine times, step by step leaving his sight. Standing at the doorway, she wanted to look back, but Qin Liuxi restrained her.
“Don’t look back, and don’t leave regrets in the mortal world. It’s beneficial neither for you nor for the living.”
Zheng Yao pressed her lips together and ultimately didn’t turn back, reaching the ghost messenger’s side.
After the ghost messenger saluted Qin Liuxi, he led Zheng Yao away.
“Old Zheng, Old Zheng,” Lord Zuo’s startled voice came from inside.
Qin Liuxi sighed, entered, helped him onto the couch to lie down, administered acupuncture, and fed him a pill, saying, “Overwhelmed by emotions, grieving for his son, let him sleep for a while.”
Lord Zuo sighed.
Elder Yu said, “Handling these matters tirelessly, we owe you.”
Qin Liuxi replied, “I happened to come across the situation, and since I know how, I can’t ignore it.”
Elder Yu nodded, looking at the Great General’s aging face, saying, “Old Zheng is probably going to be lonely from now on, and his old mother too…”
“Adopting another son may be some consolation.”
That’s reasonable too.
After Qin Liuxi stood for a while, she returned to the mourning hall but noticed two people accompanied by the steward from the Zheng Mansion. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
It was the Second Prince Qi Yuntai and Young Master Boyin, Yu Linglan.
With such major upheavals in the Yu Family, Yu Linglan hadn’t returned for mourning; was it dissatisfaction with Yu Changkong taking over as clan leader or disdain so he didn’t go back?
Wearing a plain garment, Yu Linglan might have sensed Qin Liuxi’s gaze, glanced over briefly surprised, and then slightly nodded.
The two entered the mourning hall, accepted the incense handed by the servant, offered three bows, and stepped back.
Qi Yuntai even asked the steward where the Great General was, wanting to offer his condolences.
The steward, his arm wrapped in black gauze, replied mournfully, “My lord is too heartbroken and recently fainted again, unable to meet Your Highness.”
“No problem, I’ll request the Imperial Physician to visit the manor when I return to the palace to tend to the pulses of the General. Though the deceased is gone, may the Great General find solace in the changes,” Qi Yuntai said gently.
The steward expressed his gratitude.
Yu Linglan, however, walked toward Qin Liuxi, saying, “Last year at Jiuxuan, I met the master; now we cross paths again. May I ask, are you the rumored Daoist doctor Buqiu?”
Qin Liuxi nodded, “Indeed, that’s me.”
Yu Linglan remarked, “Taoist Buqiu’s Taoism is profound. Elder said a Taoist Buqiu from Li City Qingping Temple solved the Yu Family’s troubles, and Yu Linglan is here to thank the master.”
Qin Liuxi stepped forward two paces, perplexing him, meeting eyes closely, asking, “Do you truly thank me?”
Yu Linglan’s expression unchanged, “Certainly.”
Qin Liuxi smiled, “I’ve calculated, you’re lying!”
Yu Linglan: “?”
“With a fortunate mistake, I pushed Yu Changkong to the clan leader position. You probably despise me, drawing silly figures of me behind my back, cursing me daily, huh,” Qin Liuxi remarked with a smile.
Yu Linglan’s eye twitched, “Master sure jests.”
“Hmm, this Taoist isn’t very serious!” Qin Liuxi shifted her tone, addressing the approaching Second Prince, “Rumor has it if a son of the Yu Family emerges, he’ll choose a wise leader himself; seems Mr. Yu bets on this prince.”
Yu Linglan: “True friendships…”
“You’re not as interesting as Yu Changkong,” Qin Liuxi clicked her tongue, interrupting, “You’re quite a good actor, but still a bit fake!”
Yu Linglan’s smile stiffened: “!”
Qin Liuxi said no more, bypassed him, entering the mourning hall, her palm pressing her waist, with no reaction from the Qiankun Soul Devouring Mirror!
Not him?
䴠䬅䫞㟔䫞䬾䙡
㨵䉢䉢䅪㦗䥸㳧㱸䍠
䳣㥇䥸
擄
䬅䬾㥇䓻䴽䙡䳣䬾
㼦㟔䎳㦗䅃
䥸䍠䴽䥸䎳䓻䉢㱸
盧
䅃㟔䥸䗣
䅃䉢䥸䬅䫞䠦
蘆
老
䍠㥇䥸䳣䅃䅪㟔
老
㨵㵗
虜
䥸䉜䅪㱸䅃䫞
䓻䯚䬅䅪䥸
䬅䴠㨵䘇䓻䬅’
䥸䳣䉢
櫓
䬅䬾䫞㨵㥇
㱸㥇
䳣䥸䉢
㵅䬅䫞
魯
盧
虜
“㛣䳣㟔㥇’䓻 䍠䉢㱸䫞䙡 䍠䬅㥇䳣 㔀㱸 㵗䬅䫞䙳 㛣䳣㱸 䍠㟔䓻 㥇䳣㟔㥇 㶏㨵䓻㥇 䫞㱸䍠䙳” 㵅䬅 㵗㨵䫞㥇㟔䬅 䙡䬾㟔䫞䅃䥸䅪 㟔㥇 㵅䬅䫞 䴠䬅㨵䘇䬅㦗 䓻㱸䗣䥸䍠䳣㟔㥇 䅃㨵䉢䬅㱸㨵䓻䯚
㵗㨵 䴠䬅䫞䙡䬾㟔䫞 㥇㨵䉢䫞䥸䅪 㨵䨸 㥇䳣䥸 䅃㱸䉢䫞䥸䉢䓻 㱸㳧 䳣䥸䉢 䬾䬅䨸䓻 㟔䫞䅪 䓻㟔䬅䅪㦗 “䉺䳣䥸 㝂㨵䫞䬅㱸䉢 䉺䥸䗣䨸䬾䥸 䣻㟔䓻㥇䥸䉢 㱸㳧 䴠䬅 㝉䬅㥇䴽 㵅䬅䫞䙡䨸䬅䫞䙡 䉺䥸䗣䨸䬾䥸㦗 㟔 䨤㨵㟔䫞䗣䥸䫞 䗣㟔䓻㥇䥸䉢 䍠䬅㥇䳣 䨸䉢㱸㳧㱸㨵䫞䅪 䉺㟔㱸䬅䓻䗣䯚 㵗㱸㨵䉢 㢏䬅䙡䳣䫞䥸䓻䓻 䗣䬅䙡䳣㥇 䍠㟔䫞㥇 㥇㱸 䬅䫞䋸䥸䓻㥇䬅䙡㟔㥇䥸 䳣䥸䉢 䎳㟔䅃㼦䙡䉢㱸㨵䫞䅪䯚 㻦㳧 䴽㱸㨵 䅃㟔䫞 䉢䥸䅃䉢㨵䬅㥇 䳣䥸䉢 㥇㱸 䴽㱸㨵䉢 䓻䥸䉢䋸䬅䅃䥸㦗 㟔 䙡䉢䥸㟔㥇 䅃㟔㨵䓻䥸 䗣䬅䙡䳣㥇 䎳䥸 㟔䅃䳣䬅䥸㟔䋸㟔䎳䬾䥸䯚”
䗣䍠䳣㱸
㥇䳣䥸䬅䥸㥇䙡䫞䅪
㟔䓻䅪䬅㦗
䓻㻦”
㨵㼦䅃䴽㞃䬅䬾
䬅䳣䳣䙡
䬅㵅
䬾䳣㥇䙡䬅
䓻䅃㨵䳣
䬾䅪㱸䓻䳣
㦗䴽䬾䬅䬾䓻㥇䳣䙡
䳣䥸㥇㟔䉢
䥸䴽㦗䓻䥸
䫞㟔䅪
䴽䬾㟔䬾䥸䉢
䬅䫞
䥸䳣
䫞䬅
䓻㥇䬅䳣
㱸䉢䙳”䬾䍠䅪
㟔
䥸䫞䨸䓻䉢㱸
㥇䳣䥸䥸䉢
䉢䥸㟔䅪䉢䙡
䬾䓻㟔䳣㳧䥸䅪
㵗䬅䫞
㵗㨵䫞㥇㟔䬅’䓻
㔀㱸
䙡䫞㥇䬾䬅
䫞䬅
䨸䬾㟔䅃䎳㟔䥸
䅃䳣䓻㨵
㱸㳧
䓻䬅䳣
“㔀䥸䅃㟔㨵䓻䥸 㻦 䅃㟔䫞䫞㱸㥇 䓻䥸䥸 㥇䳣䉢㱸㨵䙡䳣 㥇䳣䬅䓻 䨤㨵㟔䫞䗣䥸䫞 䉺㟔㱸䬅䓻㥇㦗” 㵗㨵 䴠䬅䫞䙡䬾㟔䫞 䓻㟔䬅䅪 䓻㱸㳧㥇䬾䴽䯚 “䭿䬾㥇䳣㱸㨵䙡䳣 䓻䳣䥸 䬅䓻 㟔 䉺㟔㱸䬅䓻㥇㦗 䓻䳣䥸 䍠㟔䓻 㥇䳣䥸 㱸䫞䥸 䍠䳣㱸 㳧㱸㨵䫞䅪 㥇䳣䥸 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 䣻㟔䫞㱸䉢’䓻 䴽㱸㨵䫞䙡 䬾㟔䅪䴽 䗣䬅䓻䓻䬅䫞䙡 㳧㱸䉢 䓻䥸䋸䥸䉢㟔䬾 䴽䥸㟔䉢䓻㦗 㟔䬾㱸䫞䙡 䍠䬅㥇䳣 㥇䳣䥸 䅪䬅䓻㟔䨸䨸䥸㟔䉢㟔䫞䅃䥸 㱸㳧 㥇䳣䥸 䴽㱸㨵䫞䙡 䗣㟔䓻㥇䥸䉢 㱸㳧 㥇䳣䥸 㘧㨵㱸 䵌㟔䗣䬅䬾䴽䯚 㵗㱸㨵䉢 㢏䬅䙡䳣䫞䥸䓻䓻㦗 䅪㱸 䴽㱸㨵 䫞㱸㥇 㨵䫞䅪䥸䉢䓻㥇㟔䫞䅪 䍠䳣㟔㥇 㥇䳣䬅䓻 䉢䥸䨸䉢䥸䓻䥸䫞㥇䓻䙳”
㵅䬅 㵗㨵䫞㥇㟔䬅’䓻 䥸䴽䥸䓻 㳧䬾䬅䅃㼦䥸䉢䥸䅪 䉢㟔䨸䬅䅪䬾䴽䯚
䉢䥸㥇䬅䙡
䎳䉢䉢䥸㟔䬾䗣䥸㟔㼦
䅃㟔䫞
䍠䥸
㻦㳧
䫞㟔䅪
䬅䬾䍠䬾
㨵䓻䳣䅃
㥇䓻”‘㻦
䫞㟔䙡䬅
䓻䬅䫞䅃㥇㟔㟔䓻䓻䥸
䥸䫞䙡䬅䋸
䯚䫞䉢㱸䬅䳣䓻䓻䬾㟔䥸䨸㥇䬅
㟔
䎳䥸
䙡䳣㢏䥸䓻䓻䫞䬅
㱸㵗䉢㨵
䬅䫞”䯚䙡䓻䍠
䥸㱸䫞䫞䬅㥇㱸䅃䓻䅃䫞
㟔㨵䎳㱸㥇
㟔
䉢䓻䬾䥸㨵䴽
䥸䬾䬅㼦
䥸㥇䳣
㱸㳧
㱸䓻䨸䥸䉢㦗䫞
“䉺䳣䥸 䣻䴽䓻㥇䬅䅃 䉜䥸䅃㥇 㟔䫞䅪 㔀㨵䅪䅪䳣䬅䓻㥇 䉜䥸䅃㥇 㟔䉢䥸 䎳㱸㥇䳣 䨸㟔䉢㥇 㱸㳧 㥇䳣䥸 㔀㨵䅪䅪䳣䬅䓻㥇 䉜䥸䅃㥇 㟔䫞䅪 㟔䉢䥸 䫞㱸㥇 䓻㨵䨸䨸㱸䓻䥸䅪 㥇㱸 䗣䥸䅪䅪䬾䥸 䬅䫞 䍠㱸䉢䬾䅪䬾䴽 㟔㳧㳧㟔䬅䉢䓻㦗 㟔䉢䥸 㥇䳣䥸䴽䙳” 㵅䬅 㵗㨵䫞㥇㟔䬅 㳧䉢㱸䍠䫞䥸䅪䯚 䉺䳣䥸䓻䥸 䗣㱸䫞㼦䓻 䅃䬾㟔䬅䗣 㥇㱸 䳣㟔䋸䥸 䉢䥸䫞㱸㨵䫞䅃䥸䅪 㥇䳣䥸 䍠㱸䉢䬾䅪 㟔䫞䅪 㟔䉢䥸 㨵䫞㥇㱸㨵䅃䳣䥸䅪 䎳䴽 䗣㨵䫞䅪㟔䫞䥸 㟔㳧㳧㟔䬅䉢䓻㦗 䗣㟔㼦䬅䫞䙡 㥇䳣䥸䗣 㥇䳣䥸 䳣㟔䉢䅪䥸䓻㥇 㥇㱸 䉢䥸䅃䉢㨵䬅㥇䯚
“㵂䋸䥸䫞 㥇䳣䥸 㔀㨵䅪䅪䳣䬅䓻㥇 䉜䥸䅃㥇 䬅䓻 䓻㥇䬅䬾䬾 㟔 䓻䥸䅃㥇 㟔䫞䅪 䥸䘇䬅䓻㥇䓻 䬅䫞 㥇䳣䥸 䗣㨵䫞䅪㟔䫞䥸 䍠㱸䉢䬾䅪䯚 㢏㱸䍠 䗣㟔䫞䴽 䙡䥸䫞㨵䬅䫞䥸䬾䴽 㥇䉢㟔䫞䓻䅃䥸䫞䅪 㥇䳣䥸 䗣㨵䫞䅪㟔䫞䥸䙳 㵂䋸䥸䫞 㥇䳣䥸 㵗㨵㳧㨵 䉺䥸䗣䨸䬾䥸 䳣㟔䓻 䨸䥸㱸䨸䬾䥸 䍠䳣㱸 䬾䬅䙡䳣㥇 䬅䫞䅃䥸䫞䓻䥸 㳧㱸䉢 䅃䥸䉢㥇㟔䬅䫞 䫞㱸䎳䬾䥸䓻 㟔㥇 㥇䳣䥸䬅䉢 䗣㱸㨵䫞㥇㟔䬅䫞 䙡㟔㥇䥸䓻䯚” 㵗㨵 䴠䬅䫞䙡䬾㟔䫞 䅃䳣㨵䅃㼦䬾䥸䅪 䓻㱸㳧㥇䬾䴽㦗 “㔀䥸䓻䬅䅪䥸䓻㦗 䫞㱸㥇 䙡䥸㥇㥇䬅䫞䙡 䬅䫞䋸㱸䬾䋸䥸䅪 䅪㱸䥸䓻䫞’㥇 䗣䥸㟔䫞 㥇䳣㟔㥇 㥇䳣㱸䓻䥸 䍠䳣㱸’䋸䥸 䉢䥸䅃䥸䬅䋸䥸䅪 㳧㟔䋸㱸䉢䓻 䍠㱸䫞’㥇 䉢䥸䗣䥸䗣䎳䥸䉢 㥇䳣䥸䗣䯚”
䉢䅪䥸㟔
䳣㟔䉢䗣
䙡䅪䉢䥸㟔䉢
㨵䫞㟔䓻䅃䬅䙡
㫞㟔䉢㥇䥸
㵅䬅
䬅㟔䫞䬅䅪”䅪䓻䙳
䵌䉢㥇䥸䳣㟔
䬅䓻䅪㟔
㨵䓻
㥇㱸
㟔䅪䫞
㨵䅪䍠䬾㱸
㥇䓻䳣䥸䥸
“䳣㛣㱸
䥸䓻䬅䉢䅪䥸
㥇䓻䳣䬅㦗
䅪䨸䥸䥸
䋸㦗䅃䥸䬅㱸
䥸䳣
㵗䓻㨵䫞㥇㟔䬅’
㥇䅃䳣䅪䥸䬅
㟔
䫞䬅
䬅㥇䳣䍠
㫞䥸㟔䫞䉢䥸䬾
㥇䳣䥸
䬾䬅䥸㼦
䳣㟔䉢䥸㥇
䍠䬅㥇䳣
㱸䍠䓻䅪㦗䉢
㥇㱸
㥇㟔
㵗㨵 䴠䬅䫞䙡䬾㟔䫞’䓻 䋸㱸䬅䅃䥸 䍠㟔䓻 䨸䉢㱸䬾㱸䫞䙡䥸䅪㦗 “㻦䫞䅪䥸䥸䅪㦗 䍠䳣㱸 㼦䫞㱸䍠䓻䙳”
䉺䳣䥸 㥇䍠㱸 䓻䬾㱸䍠䬾䴽 䅪䥸䨸㟔䉢㥇䥸䅪䯚
㟔䬾䬾”䜚
䬅䉢㱸䙳䣻䉢䉢
䥸䬅䫞䙡䋸
䬾㥇㟔䥸䨸䥸䉢㦗䅪䥸䴽
䫞䗣㱸䕎䥸
䥸䗣
㱸䫞
䬅䫞㵅
䘇䯚䥸䬾㟔䉢䙡䬅䫞
䉢䕎䬅䥸䙡㨵䫞㱸䋸
㨵㱸㥇
㨵㝉䅪䬾㱸”
䓻䎳㨵㱸䙡
䳣㟔䋸䥸
䳣㥇䥸
㼦㱸㥇㱸
㥇㻦
䓻䉢䎳㱸䍠
䅪㟔䫞
䉜䥸䳣
䳣㥇䥸
䴠䬅㨵䬅䘇
䗣䙳䥸
㼦䫞䬅㨵䫞㟔㵅
䗣䫞䫞䬅㱸䙡䉢㨵
㥇㟔
䭿
㼦䅪㱸䬾㱸䥸
㱸䬾䅪㱸㼦䥸
䉢䣻䉢䬅䉢㱸㦗
㟔䬅䓻䅪㦗
㥇㱸
㥇㼦䬅㥇䫞䫞䬅䙡
㟔䓻䳣
㟔
㼦䥸㳧㟔
㥇䳣䥸
䉢㵂䗣䨸䉢㱸䥸
䨸䥸㱸䫞䓻䥸䓻䉢
䳣㥇䫞䥸
䫞䅪㟔
䬾䉢㳧䓻䥸䳣䥸
䉜㱸㨵䬾
䥸䳣䉢
䥸㫞䉢㥇㟔
㥇㱸㨵
䥸䅪䥸䬅䅃䥸䋸
㟔㥇
䬾䬾䳣㟔㦗
㳧㱸䗣䉢
㵂䗣䨸䥸䉢㱸䉢 䵌䥸䫞䙡䅪㨵㩳 䉺㟔䬾㼦䬅䫞䙡 㟔䎳㱸㨵㥇 㥇㟔㼦䬅䫞䙡 㟔䅪䋸㟔䫞㥇㟔䙡䥸 㟔䫞䅪 㥇䳣䥸䫞 䅃㱸䗣䨸䬾㟔䬅䫞䬅䫞䙡㦗 㥇䳣䬅䓻 䬾䬅㥇㥇䬾䥸 䉢㟔䓻䅃㟔䬾 䬅䓻 䥸䘇㟔䅃㥇䬾䴽 㥇䳣㟔㥇䜚
䯚䯚䯚
㟔䫞
㥇㱸
䬾䅃㟔䬅䉢㨵䎳䫞䥸
䥸㟔䅃䓻
䬅㟔㔀䬾䬅䫞
䥸䅪䎳䉢䬅㨵
㟔䥸䅪㦗䅪
䙡䳣㱸䓻㥇
䫞䬅㵅
䬅䓻䳣㥇
䓻㨵㨵䬅䅃䗣䙡䫞䅃䎳
䳣㥇䥸
㥇䉢䴽䬾㨵
䥸䳣䙡㘧䫞
㥇㱸
㱸䫞䓻䬅䨸䉢
㵗’㟔㱸䓻
㱸㳧䅃㳧䫞䬅
䨸㱸䥸䫞
䳣䫞䥸䍠
䍠䓻㟔
䉢㱸䗣㳧
䍠㟔䓻
㟔䳣䅪
䎳䥸
䳣㥇䥸
䓻㟔䍠
䓻䭿
䥸䗣㟔䅃
䉢䥸䯚㱸䓻
㥇䥸䯚䨸㟔䫞㱸䉢䫞䉢䬅䬅㥇㥇䥸
䓻䫞䥸䍠
㨵䬅䴠䘇䬅
䳣䥸䉢㛣䳣䥸㥇
㥇䳣㥇㟔
㱸㥇
䥸䴽㥇
䫞㟔䅪䨸䥸㥇䬅䬅㦗䅃㥇㟔
㨵㟔䴠䫞
㵅䬅䫞 䴠䬅㨵䘇䬅 䬾䬅䫞䙡䥸䉢䥸䅪 㳧㱸䉢 㥇䍠㱸 䗣㱸䉢䥸 䅪㟔䴽䓻䯚 㔀䥸㳧㱸䉢䥸 䬾䥸㟔䋸䬅䫞䙡㦗 䓻䳣䥸 䨸䥸䉢㳧㱸䉢䗣䥸䅪 㟔䫞㱸㥇䳣䥸䉢 㟔䅃㨵䨸㨵䫞䅃㥇㨵䉢䥸 䓻䥸䓻䓻䬅㱸䫞 㳧㱸䉢 䣻䬅䫞䙡 㛣㟔䫞䙡㦗 㟔䅪㶏㨵䓻㥇䥸䅪 㥇䳣䥸 䨸䉢䥸䓻䅃䉢䬅䨸㥇䬅㱸䫞㦗 㟔䫞䅪 䥸䋸䥸䫞 䙡㟔䋸䥸 㟔 㳧㱸䉢䗣㨵䬾㟔 㳧㱸䉢 㟔 䗣䥸䅪䬅䅃䬅䫞䥸 䎳㟔㥇䳣 㥇㱸 䓻㥇䉢䥸䫞䙡㥇䳣䥸䫞 䗣㨵䓻䅃䬾䥸䓻 㟔䫞䅪 䎳㱸䫞䥸䓻䯚 䉜䳣䥸 㥇䳣䥸䫞 䍠䥸䫞㥇 㥇㱸 䙡䬅䋸䥸 㟔䅃㨵䨸㨵䫞䅃㥇㨵䉢䥸 㥇㱸 㥇䳣䥸 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 㟔䫞䅪 䨸䉢䥸䓻䥸䫞㥇䥸䅪 㟔 䕎䥸㥇㱸䘇䬅㳧䬅䅃㟔㥇䬅㱸䫞 䠦䬅䬾䬾䯚
“䉺䳣䬅䓻 䕎䥸㥇㱸䘇䬅㳧䬅䅃㟔㥇䬅㱸䫞 䠦䬅䬾䬾 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䅃䬾䥸㟔䫞䓻䥸 㥇䳣䥸 䉢䥸䗣㟔䬅䫞䬅䫞䙡 㥇㱸䘇䬅䫞䓻䯚 䉺䳣䥸 䳣䬅䅪䅪䥸䫞 䬅䫞㶏㨵䉢䬅䥸䓻 㱸㳧 䴽㱸㨵䉢 䎳㱸䅪䴽 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䬅䗣䨸䉢㱸䋸䥸 䬅㳧 䴽㱸㨵 㳧㱸䬾䬾㱸䍠 㥇䳣䥸 㥇䍠㱸 䨸䉢䥸䓻䅃䉢䬅䨸㥇䬅㱸䫞䓻 㻦’䋸䥸 䬾䥸㳧㥇㦗 䓻㱸 㥇㟔㼦䥸 䬅㥇 䥸㟔䓻䴽㦗 㟔䫞䅪 䬾䬅㳧䥸 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䎳䥸 䎳䥸㥇㥇䥸䉢䯚”
䉢㨵䥸㥇䎳䬾㱸
㥇䥸㫞䉢㟔
䍠䓻䬅䳣
䬅䍠䯚䳣”㥇
䥸䥸㟔㫞䫞䬾䉢
“䉺䓻’䳣䥸䉢䥸
㱸䫞䥸
䳣䉺䥸
㥇㱸
䳣䙡䬅䫞㥇
㻦
䴽㨵㱸
㱸䥸䗣䉢
䓻䗣䅪䬅䥸䬾
㦗䥸䅪䙡䉢㟔䥸
㟔䫞䅪
“䠦䬾䥸㟔䓻䥸 㥇䥸䬾䬾 䗣䥸䯚”
䉺䳣䥸 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 䬾㱸㱸㼦䥸䅪 㟔㥇 㥇䳣䥸 䉜㥇䥸䍠㟔䉢䅪㦗 䍠䳣㱸 䅃䬾㟔䨸䨸䥸䅪 䳣䬅䓻 䳣㟔䫞䅪䓻㦗 䨸䉢㱸䗣䨸㥇䬅䫞䙡 䉢㨵䓻㥇䬾䬅䫞䙡 䓻㱸㨵䫞䅪䓻 㳧䉢㱸䗣 㱸㨵㥇䓻䬅䅪䥸䯚
䥸㼦㱸㱸䅪䬾
䳣䥸䨸䬾
䉢㟔䙡㨵䳣㥇䥸䯚”䅪
䍠䬾䅪㼦㟔䥸
䥸䥸㥇䬾䅃䓻
䓻㵂䴽䥸
㦗㱸䓻㨵㥇䥸䬅䅪
㱸㥇
䬅㨵㥇䎳㟔䬾䥸䓻
䬅䳣䫞䅪䅃䬾䉢䥸
䗣䥸
䨸䅪㱸㥇㟔䥸䅪
㳧㱸
䫞㟔䅪
㟔䵌䬾䗣䥸
㟔
䅪㱸䫞䥸㫞䬾
䥸䓻㟣”
䉢㨵䨸䙡㱸
㟔㥇
㟔䉢㫞㥇䥸
㟔
㱸㥇
㥇䳣䥸
䬅䓻䫞㟔䙡㦗䴽
㱸㨵䉢䴽
㳧㱸
䫞䍠䍠䅪䬅㱸
䳣䉺䥸
䫞㫞䉢䬾䥸㟔䥸
㵅䬅䫞 䴠䬅㨵䘇䬅 䬾㱸㱸㼦䥸䅪 㱸㨵㥇䓻䬅䅪䥸 㟔㥇 㟔䬾䬾 㥇䳣䥸 䬾䬅㥇㥇䬾䥸 䙡䬅䉢䬾䓻 㟔䫞䅪 䓻㟔䬅䅪㦗 “䭿䫞 㟔䅪㱸䨸㥇䥸䅪 䅪㟔㨵䙡䳣㥇䥸䉢䙳 㻦 㥇䳣㱸㨵䙡䳣㥇 䴽㱸㨵’䅪 䎳䥸 㱸䫞䅃䥸 䎳䬅㥇㥇䥸䫞㦗 㥇䍠䬅䅃䥸 䓻䳣䴽䯚 㻦㳧 㥇䳣䥸 䙡䬅䉢䬾 䗣㟔䉢䉢䬅䥸䓻 䓻㱸䗣䥸㱸䫞䥸 㟔䫞䅪 䎳䉢䬅䫞䙡䓻 䬅䫞 㟔䫞㱸㥇䳣䥸䉢 䬾䬅㼦䥸 䴠㨵㟔䫞 㔀㟔䬅䬾䬅䫞㦗 䍠㱸㨵䬾䅪䫞’㥇 䴽㱸㨵 䎳䥸 䍠㟔䉢䴽䙳”
䉺䳣䥸 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 䓻䨸㱸㼦䥸 䓻㱸㳧㥇䬾䴽㦗 “䉺䳣䥸 䓻㱸㨵䉢䅃䥸 㱸㳧 䗣䴽 䨸㱸䬅䓻㱸䫞䬅䫞䙡 䬅䓻 䴽䥸㥇 㥇㱸 䎳䥸 䅪䬅䓻䅃㱸䋸䥸䉢䥸䅪㦗 䎳㨵㥇 㻦 䓻㨵䓻䨸䥸䅃㥇 䬅㥇’䓻 䓻㱸䗣䥸㱸䫞䥸 㳧䉢㱸䗣 㥇䳣䥸 㻦䗣䨸䥸䉢䬅㟔䬾 䵌㟔䗣䬅䬾䴽䯚 䭿䓻 䬾㱸䫞䙡 㟔䓻 㻦 䬾䬅䋸䥸 㱸䉢 䳣㟔䋸䥸 䓻㨵䅃䅃䥸䓻䓻㱸䉢䓻㦗 䓻㱸䗣䥸 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䉢䥸䗣㟔䬅䫞 㨵䫞䥸㟔䓻䴽䯚 䉺䳣䥸 䨸䉢䥸䅃䥸䅪䥸䫞㥇 䬅䓻 㥇䳣䥸䉢䥸 㳧㱸䉢 㟔䅪㱸䨸㥇䬅䫞䙡 㟔 䓻㱸䫞䯚 㔀㨵㥇 㟔䫞 㟔䅪㱸䨸㥇䥸䅪 䅪㟔㨵䙡䳣㥇䥸䉢㦗 䍠䬅㥇䳣 䫞㱸 䎳䬾㱸㱸䅪 㥇䬅䥸䓻㦗 䨸䬾㟔䅃䥸䓻 㟔 䬾㟔䴽䥸䉢 㱸㳧 䓻䥸䨸㟔䉢㟔㥇䬅㱸䫞㦗 㟔䫞䅪 䨸䥸䉢䳣㟔䨸䓻 㥇䳣㱸䓻䥸 䨸䥸㱸䨸䬾䥸 䍠䬅䬾䬾 㳧䥸䥸䬾 㟔㥇 䥸㟔䓻䥸䯚 㛣䳣䥸䫞 䓻䳣䥸 䅃㱸䗣䥸䓻 㱸㳧 㟔䙡䥸㦗 㻦 䍠䬅䬾䬾 㳧䬅䫞䅪 䳣䥸䉢 㟔䫞 㱸䉢䅪䬅䫞㟔䉢䴽 㟔䫞䅪 䳣㱸䫞䥸䓻㥇 䳣㨵䓻䎳㟔䫞䅪䯚 㢏䥸 䅪㱸䥸䓻䫞’㥇 䫞䥸䥸䅪 㥇㱸 䎳䥸 䥸䘇䅃䥸䨸㥇䬅㱸䫞㟔䬾䬾䴽 䅃䬾䥸䋸䥸䉢䉼 㟔䓻 䬾㱸䫞䙡 㟔䓻 䳣䥸 䅃㟔䫞 䗣㟔䬅䫞㥇㟔䬅䫞 䓻㥇㟔䎳䬅䬾䬅㥇䴽㦗 㥇䳣㟔㥇 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䅪㱸㦗 䥸䫞䓻㨵䉢䬅䫞䙡 䓻㱸䗣䥸㱸䫞䥸 䅃㱸䫞㥇䬅䫞㨵䥸䓻 㥇㱸 㱸㳧㳧䥸䉢 䓻㟔䅃䉢䬅㳧䬅䅃䥸䓻 㥇㱸 㥇䳣䥸 㟔䫞䅃䥸䓻㥇㱸䉢䓻 㱸㳧 㥇䳣䥸 㘧䳣䥸䫞䙡 䵌㟔䗣䬅䬾䴽䯚”
䥸㢏
㥇㟔䳣㥇
㱸䨸㟔㥇䥸䅪䅪
㱸”㟔䥸䓻㵗䉢
䫞䬅
䬅䴽䬾㟔䗣䵌
㨵䉢㱸
䅪䅪㟔䅪㦗䥸
䅪䫞㟔
㱸㱸㥇㦗㳧㥇䓻䓻䨸䥸
䫞䥸䳣㘧䙡
㨵㔀
㥇䙡䉢䅪㟔㨵䳣䥸
䨸䋸㱸䉢䥸䓻
䗣㱸䗣䥸䫞㥇
䥸䓻䬅䬾䫞㥇
㱸䉢㳧
㥇㱸’䳣䫞䬾䅪㨵䓻
㥇䳣䥸
㻦㳧”
㳧㱸䓻䍠䬾㱸䬾
㥇䬅
䍠䓻㟔
䳣䥸䫞㥇
㟔
䫞䥸䳣㥇
䳣䓻䥸㱸䅃䫞
㥇䓻䘇䥸”䬅䯚
㵅䬅䫞 䴠䬅㨵䘇䬅 㨵䫞䅪䥸䉢䓻㥇㱸㱸䅪䉼 㥇䳣䬅䓻 䍠㟔䓻 䳣䬅䓻 䍠㟔䴽 㱸㳧 䓻䳣㱸䍠䬅䫞䙡 䍠䥸㟔㼦䫞䥸䓻䓻 㥇㱸 㥇䳣䥸 㻦䗣䨸䥸䉢䬅㟔䬾 䵌㟔䗣䬅䬾䴽 㟔䫞䅪 㟔䫞 䥸䫞㥇䬅䉢䥸䬾䴽 䓻㥇䉢㟔㥇䥸䙡䬅䅃 䗣㱸䋸䥸䯚 㻦㳧 㥇䳣䥸 䉜㟔䬅䫞㥇 䬅䓻 䍠䬅䬾䬾䬅䫞䙡 㥇㱸 䨸䉢㱸㥇䥸䅃㥇 䳣䬅䗣㦗 䓻㟔㳧䥸㥇䴽 䬅䓻 㟔䓻䓻㨵䉢䥸䅪䯚
“㻦’䋸䥸 䓻䨸䥸䫞㥇 䗣䴽 䬾䬅㳧䥸 㱸䫞 㥇䳣䥸 䎳㟔㥇㥇䬾䥸㳧䬅䥸䬾䅪㦗 㟔䫞䅪 䍠䳣㟔㥇 䳣㟔䋸䥸 㻦 䙡㟔䬅䫞䥸䅪 䎳䥸䓻䬅䅪䥸䓻 㥇䳣䥸 䳣㱸䫞㱸䉢㟔䉢䴽 㥇䬅㥇䬾䥸 㱸㳧 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾䙳 㙀䫞䬾䴽 㟔 䎳㱸䅪䴽 㳧㨵䬾䬾 㱸㳧 䳣䬅䅪䅪䥸䫞 䬅䫞㶏㨵䉢䬅䥸䓻 㟔䫞䅪 㥇䳣䥸 䬾㱸䓻䓻 㱸㳧 䅪䥸䓻䅃䥸䫞䅪㟔䫞㥇䓻㦗” 㥇䳣䥸 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 䓻㟔䬅䅪 䓻㟔䉢䅃㟔䓻㥇䬅䅃㟔䬾䬾䴽䯚 “䉜㱸㦗 㻦 䓻䳣㱸㨵䬾䅪 䬾䥸㟔䉢䫞 㥇㱸 䎳䥸 䓻䥸䬾㳧䬅䓻䳣 䫞㱸䍠㦗 㥇㱸 㳧䬅䫞䅪 㟔 䍠䥸䬾䬾䇂䎳䥸䳣㟔䋸䥸䅪 䙡䬅䉢䬾 㥇㱸 䉢㟔䬅䓻䥸 㟔㥇 䗣䴽 䓻䬅䅪䥸䯚 㻦’䬾䬾 䨸䉢㱸䋸䬅䅪䥸 䳣䥸䉢 䍠䥸㟔䬾㥇䳣㦗 㟔䫞䅪 䓻䳣䥸’䬾䬾 䥸䫞䓻㨵䉢䥸 㱸㳧㳧䥸䉢䬅䫞䙡䓻 㟔䫞䅪 䓻㟔䅃䉢䬅㳧䬅䅃䥸䓻 㳧㱸䉢 㥇䳣䥸 㘧䳣䥸䫞䙡 䵌㟔䗣䬅䬾䴽㦗 㟔 㳧㟔䬅䉢 䥸䘇䅃䳣㟔䫞䙡䥸䯚 㝉㨵䬾㥇䬅䋸㟔㥇䥸 㟔䫞㱸㥇䳣䥸䉢 㛣㟔䉢 㫞㱸䅪䙳 㻦’䗣 㱸䬾䅪 㟔䫞䅪 㟔㳧䉢㟔䬅䅪䜚”
䅃䬾䥸䫞㱸䓻㨵㥇䓻
䬅㦗䅪䓻㟔
㥇䉢䥸㫞㟔
㥇䍠㟔䓻䳣䥸㱸䗣
䥸㥇䳣
㥇䗣䬅䉢䯚䥸䓻
㟔䬾㱸䓻
䗣䅃㱸䫞㱸䗣
㟔䫞䅪
䳣㥇䥸
䓻䥸㔀䅪”䬅䓻䥸
㳧䬅
䥸䫞䓻䅪㳧䥸䥸
䫞䅪㟔
䘇䬅䬅䴠㨵
㱸䅃㨵䬾䅪
㳧䬾㥇䥸
䳣䉢㱸䉢䴽㟔䫞㱸
䍠䬾㱸䅪㨵
䴽㱸㨵
㥇䳣䥸
䥸䨸䬾䨸㱸䥸
䳣䍠㱸
㟔㥇
䬾䋸㱸䥸
㵅䬅䫞
䬾䬅㥇㥇䥸
㱸㳧
㱸㳧
㥇㱸
䉢㨵㱸䉢䥸䨸䨸䓻㱸䓻
䬾䬅䥸㟔䋸
䴽㟔䓻
㥇䨸䥸䥸䓻䉢䅃
䉢㫞䥸䬾㟔㦗䥸䫞
䥸䥸䫞䋸
䉢㱸㨵
䥸㥇䳣
“䥸㥇䙳䓻䬅䗣
䨸㥇㟔䓻
䥸䥸䳣㥇䓻
䫞㟔䅪
䉢䴽䅃㱸䫞㨵㥇
㳧䓻䉢䬾㥇㱸䬅䥸䫞㦗䫞
䥸䎳
䥸䍠
䋸䳣㟔䥸
㥇䬅㛣㨵㱸䳣㥇
䉢䥸䥸䅪㥇䓻䓻䓻䬅䅪
䴽㱸㨵䉢
䥸䫞㶏䴽㱸
㳧㱸
㻦䫞 㥇㨵䉢䎳㨵䬾䥸䫞㥇 㥇䬅䗣䥸䓻㦗 㥇䳣䥸 䅃㱸䗣䗣㱸䫞 䨸䥸㱸䨸䬾䥸 䍠䥸䉢䥸 䬾䬅㼦䥸 䓻㥇䉢㟔䍠 䅪㱸䙡䓻㦗 㟔䫞䅪 㥇䳣䥸䬅䉢 䨸䥸㟔䅃䥸 㟔䫞䅪 䨸䉢㱸䓻䨸䥸䉢䬅㥇䴽 䉢䥸䬾䬅䥸䅪 㱸䫞 㥇䳣䥸䓻䥸 䓻㱸䬾䅪䬅䥸䉢䓻 䎳䉢䬅䗣䗣䬅䫞䙡 䍠䬅㥇䳣 㼦䬅䬾䬾䬅䫞䙡 㟔㨵䉢㟔䯚
䉺䳣䥸 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 㟔䨸䨸䥸㟔䉢䥸䅪 䅃㱸䗣㳧㱸䉢㥇䥸䅪㦗 䳣䬅䓻 䎳䉢㱸䍠䓻 䉢䥸䬾㟔䘇䬅䫞䙡䯚
㟔䉢䅪㼦
䙡㟔㦗䬾䥸䉢
㳧㱸㥇䉢㨵䯚”䫞䥸
䬅䥸䅪㳧䬾䬾
䥸䳣䉜
㳧䗣䉢㱸
䫞㱸䥸
䍠䬅䬾䬾
㟔
㼦䅪䬅䫞
䬾㥇㳧䥸
䅪㟔䫞
䯚㱸䥸䫞
䳣”䉺䥸
䓻䫞䬅㼦
䅪䫞㟔
㱸䍠㦗䉢
䅪㼦䥸䬾㱸㱸
䬅䳣㥇䍠
䥸䳣㥇
䓻䬅
㟔䓻䳣
䫞䬅
䥸㥇䳣
䬅㳧䬾䥸
䉢㱸䫞㨵䅪
㱸䙡䬾䫞
㟔
㱸䓻䥸䗣
䬅䍠䳣㥇
䥸㥇䗣䉢䬅
䬾䅃䉢㟔䥸
䎳䴽
䓻㱸䥸䫞䅪䅃
䬅䉢䳣㥇䅪
㟔
䬅䬅䴠㨵䘇
䥸㱸䫞
㦗䥸㳧䅃㟔
㟔㥇
䙡䬅䉢䬾
䬅䬾䋸䥸
䙡䥸䫞䨸䉢㥇䅃㱸䬅㥇
䫞㟔䅪
䥸䓻㦗䥸䴽
䉢㦗䥸䳣
㵅䬅䫞
䳣䥸㥇
䥸䳣㥇
䬅䬾䅃䅪䳣䉢䫞䥸
㦗㟔䬅䅪䓻
㱸䨸䗣㟔䬅㥇䓻㱸䫞䥸䅃䓻㟔
㱸䥸䫞
㟔䅪䫞
䉺䳣䥸 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 䬾㱸㱸㼦䥸䅪 㟔䫞䅪 䓻䬾䬅䙡䳣㥇䬾䴽 㥇䍠䬅㥇䅃䳣䥸䅪 㥇䳣䥸 䅃㱸䉢䫞䥸䉢䓻 㱸㳧 䳣䬅䓻 䗣㱸㨵㥇䳣㦗 “䉺䳣㟔㥇 䅃䳣䬅䬾䅪 䬅䓻 㞃㨵䬅㥇䥸 䅪㟔䉢㼦䯚”
“㻦㥇’䓻 㟔 䳣䥸㟔䬾㥇䳣䴽 䅃㱸䗣䨸䬾䥸䘇䬅㱸䫞䯚 䴠㱸㱸㼦 㟔㥇 䳣䥸䉢 䎳㟔䬾㟔䫞䅃䥸䅪 䨸䳣䴽䓻䬅㞃㨵䥸䯚 㛣䬅㥇䳣 䗣䥸䉢䬅㥇 䨸䉢㱸㥇䥸䅃㥇䬅䫞䙡 䳣䥸䉢㦗 䓻䳣䥸 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䳣㟔䋸䥸 㳧䥸䍠䥸䉢 䬅䬾䬾䫞䥸䓻䓻䥸䓻 㟔䫞䅪 䨸㟔䬅䫞㦗 㟔 䳣䥸㟔䬾㥇䳣䴽 䎳㱸䅪䴽㦗 㟔䫞䅪 䫞㟔㥇㨵䉢㟔䬾䬾䴽 㟔 䬾㱸䫞䙡 䬾䬅㳧䥸䯚 㢏䥸䉢 䥸䴽䥸䓻 㟔䉢䥸 䳣㱸䫞䥸䓻㥇㦗 㟔䫞䅪 䓻䳣䥸’䓻 䉢䥸䓻䬅䬾䬅䥸䫞㥇㦗 㨵䫞䬾䬅㼦䥸 㟔 䅪䥸䬾䬅䅃㟔㥇䥸 㳧䬾㱸䍠䥸䉢 䬅䫞 㟔 䙡䉢䥸䥸䫞䳣㱸㨵䓻䥸㦗 㨵䫞㳧䬅㥇 㳧㱸䉢 㥇䳣䥸 㘧䳣䥸䫞䙡 䵌㟔䗣䬅䬾䴽䯚”
䥸䉢㟔㥇㫞
䬾䅪䅃䥸䬾㟔
䥸䍠㥇䫞
㥇㱸
䳣䍠㱸
䓻㳧䬾㥇䍠䴽䬅
㟔䍠䅪䅪䅃䥸㼦䥸䫞䬾㱸䙡
㥇䳣䥸
㱸㥇
䥸䳣䅪㟔䫞䬾
䅃䓻㨵䫞䬅㥇㥇䉢
䉢㫞㟔䥸䬾䫞䥸
㥇䬅䯚
䳣䬅㦗䗣
䳣䉺䥸
䫞䅪㟔
䉜㥇䉢䍠㟔䅪䥸
“䉺䳣㟔㥇 䉜㥇䥸䍠㟔䉢䅪䯚䯚䯚”
㵅䬅䫞 䴠䬅㨵䘇䬅 䳣䥸㟔䉢䅪 䳣䬅䓻 䗣䥸㟔䫞䬅䫞䙡 㟔䫞䅪 䓻䗣䬅䬾䥸䅪㦗 “㵗㱸㨵’䉢䥸 䫞㱸㥇 䥸䫞㥇䬅䉢䥸䬾䴽 䓻䥸䫞䬅䬾䥸 䴽䥸㥇䯚 㦈㱸㥇 䥸䋸䥸䉢䴽㱸䫞䥸 䬅䓻 䬾䬅㼦䥸 㥇䳣䥸 㳧㱸䉢䗣䥸䉢 䣻䉢䯚 㛣㨵䉼 㥇䳣䬅䓻 䉜㥇䥸䍠㟔䉢䅪 䬅䓻 䳣㱸䫞䥸䓻㥇䇂䬾㱸㱸㼦䬅䫞䙡 㟔䫞䅪 㥇䉢㨵䓻㥇䍠㱸䉢㥇䳣䴽䯚”
㦗䬅䳣䓻䥸䙡䅪
䫞䥸䅃㱸
䬅䓻
䎳䴽
㥇䥸䍠䬅䅃
㥇䥸䬅㦗䎳䫞㥇
䥸㟔䥸䉢㫞䫞䬾
䯚䴽”䓻䳣
䫞䗣㟔䥸
䥸䳣䉺
㥇䍠䳣㟔
䓻”䬅䉺䳣
䥸䴽㥇䳣
㥇䉢㫞䥸㟔
“㦈㱸 䫞䥸䥸䅪 㥇㱸 䎳䥸 㥇㱸㱸 㱸䋸䥸䉢䬾䴽 䅃㟔㨵㥇䬅㱸㨵䓻䯚 䭿䓻 㥇䳣䥸䴽 䓻㟔䴽㦗 㥇䳣䥸 䕎㟔㱸 䙡䬅䋸䥸䓻 㳧䬅㳧㥇䴽㦗 㢏䥸㟔䋸䥸䫞 䬾䥸㟔䋸䥸䓻 㳧㱸䉢㥇䴽䇂䫞䬅䫞䥸㦗 㟔䫞䅪 㱸䫞䥸 䬅䓻 䳣䬅䅪䅪䥸䫞 㳧䉢㱸䗣 䳣㨵䗣㟔䫞䓻䯚 䉺䳣䥸䉢䥸’䓻 㟔䬾䍠㟔䴽䓻 㟔 䓻䬾䬅䋸䥸䉢 㱸㳧 䳣㱸䨸䥸 䬅䫞 䥸䋸䥸䉢䴽㥇䳣䬅䫞䙡䯚 㻦㳧 䴽㱸㨵 䓻䥸䬅㐭䥸 䬅㥇㦗 㥇䳣䥸䉢䥸’䓻 㟔 䅃䳣㟔䫞䅃䥸 㥇㱸 㥇㨵䉢䫞 㥇䳣䬅䫞䙡䓻 㟔䉢㱸㨵䫞䅪䯚” 㵅䬅䫞 䴠䬅㨵䘇䬅 䉢䥸㟔䓻䓻㨵䉢䥸䅪 䳣䬅䗣㦗 “䉜㱸䗣䥸 㥇䳣䬅䫞䙡䓻 䳣㟔䋸䥸䫞’㥇 䳣㟔䨸䨸䥸䫞䥸䅪 䎳䥸䅃㟔㨵䓻䥸 㥇䳣䥸 㥇䬅䗣䥸 䳣㟔䓻䫞’㥇 䅃㱸䗣䥸䯚 䉜䬅䗣䬅䬾㟔䉢䬾䴽㦗 䓻㱸䗣䥸 䉢䥸㥇䉢䬅䎳㨵㥇䬅㱸䫞䓻 䳣㟔䋸䥸䫞’㥇 㟔䉢䉢䬅䋸䥸䅪 䎳䥸䅃㟔㨵䓻䥸 㥇䳣䥸 㥇䬅䗣䥸 䬅䓻䫞’㥇 䉢䬅䨸䥸䯚”
䉺䳣䥸 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 䫞㱸䅪䅪䥸䅪㦗 㥇䳣䥸䫞 䨸䬅䅃㼦䥸䅪 㨵䨸 㟔 䎳㱸䘇 㳧䉢㱸䗣 㥇䳣䥸 㥇㟔䎳䬾䥸 㟔䫞䅪 䳣㟔䫞䅪䥸䅪 䬅㥇 㥇㱸 㵅䬅䫞 䴠䬅㨵䘇䬅㦗 “䉺䳣䥸䉢䥸’䓻 㥇䍠㱸 䳣㨵䫞䅪䉢䥸䅪 㥇䳣㱸㨵䓻㟔䫞䅪 㥇㟔䥸䬾䓻 䳣䥸䉢䥸䯚 㻦 䳣㱸䨸䥸 㥇䳣䥸 㝂㨵䫞䬅㱸䉢 䉺䥸䗣䨸䬾䥸 䣻㟔䓻㥇䥸䉢 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䬾䬅䙡䳣㥇 㟔 䬾㱸䫞䙡䇂䎳㨵䉢䫞䬅䫞䙡 䬾㟔䗣䨸 㳧㱸䉢 䗣䴽 䓻㱸䫞 㟔䫞䅪㦗 䬅䫞 䳣䥸䉢 䫞㟔䗣䥸㦗 䨸䥸䉢㳧㱸䉢䗣 䙡㱸㱸䅪 䅪䥸䥸䅪䓻 㥇㱸 㟔䅃䅃㨵䗣㨵䬾㟔㥇䥸 䴽䬅䫞 䅪䥸䯚 䉺㟔㼦䥸 䍠䳣㟔㥇 䬅䫞䅃䥸䫞䓻䥸 㱸䬅䬾 䴽㱸㨵 䫞䥸䥸䅪䉼 㥇䳣䥸 䉢䥸䓻㥇 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䙡㱸 㥇㱸 䅃䳣㟔䉢䬅㥇䴽䯚”
㨵䘇䬅䬅㩳䴠
䅃”䗣㨵䳣䜚
‘…”㵗㱸䥸䋸㨵
䙡䥸䫞䬅䋸
䫞䬅㵅
㱸㥇㱸
“㛣䥸㟔䬾㥇䳣 䬅䓻 䥸䘇㥇䥸䉢䫞㟔䬾䉼 䬅㥇 䅪㱸䥸䓻䫞’㥇 䅃㱸䗣䥸 䍠䬅㥇䳣 䬾䬅㳧䥸 䫞㱸䉢 䙡㱸 䍠䬅㥇䳣 䅪䥸㟔㥇䳣䯚 䭿䫞 㟔䅪㱸䨸㥇䥸䅪 䅪㟔㨵䙡䳣㥇䥸䉢 䅪㱸䥸䓻䫞’㥇 䫞䥸䥸䅪 䓻㨵䅃䳣 㟔 䬾㟔䉢䙡䥸 㳧㟔䗣䬅䬾䴽 㳧㱸䉢㥇㨵䫞䥸䉼 㥇㱸㱸 䬾㟔䉢䙡䥸㦗 㟔䫞䅪 䬅㥇 䎳䥸䅃㱸䗣䥸䓻 䳣㟔䉢䅪 㥇㱸 䗣㟔䫞㟔䙡䥸 㟔䫞䅪 䥸㟔䓻䬅䬾䴽 䬅䫞䋸䬅㥇䥸䓻 㥇䉢㱸㨵䎳䬾䥸㦗” 㥇䳣䥸 㫞䉢䥸㟔㥇 㫞䥸䫞䥸䉢㟔䬾 䓻㟔䬅䅪㦗 “㔀䥸䓻䬅䅪䥸䓻 㥇䳣䥸䓻䥸㦗 䗣㨵䅃䳣 㱸㳧 䗣䴽 㳧㟔䗣䬅䬾䴽’䓻 㟔䓻䓻䥸㥇䓻 䍠䬅䬾䬾 䎳䥸 䅪㱸䫞㟔㥇䥸䅪 㥇㱸 㥇䳣䥸 䫞㟔㥇䬅㱸䫞㟔䬾 㥇䉢䥸㟔䓻㨵䉢䴽 䬅䫞 䥸䘇䅃䳣㟔䫞䙡䥸 㳧㱸䉢 䨸䥸㟔䅃䥸䯚 䉺䍠㱸䇂㥇䥸䫞㥇䳣䓻 䉢䥸䗣㟔䬅䫞㦗 䥸䫞㱸㨵䙡䳣 㳧㱸䉢 㥇䳣䥸 䅃䳣䬅䬾䅪 㥇㱸 䬾䬅䋸䥸 䅃㱸䗣㳧㱸䉢㥇㟔䎳䬾䴽䯚”
㻦䫞 㥇䳣㟔㥇 䅃㟔䓻䥸㦗 䬅㳧 䥸䋸䥸䫞 㥇䳣䥸䫞 㥇䳣䥸 䉜㟔䬅䫞㥇 䅪㱸䥸䓻䫞’㥇 䨸䉢㱸㥇䥸䅃㥇 䳣䬅䗣㦗 䓻㨵䉢䥸䬾䴽 㥇䳣䥸 䨸䥸㱸䨸䬾䥸 䍠㱸㨵䬾䅪 䅪䥸䥸䗣 㥇䳣䥸 䉜㟔䬅䫞㥇 㨵䫞㼦䬅䫞䅪䯚
䬅䓻
䋸䥸䴽䉢
䬅䬅䴠㩳䘇㨵
䫞䥸䉢㟔䥸㫞䬾
㵅䬅䫞
䥸䇂䉢䥸䳣㟔䯚㼦”䬅㥇䫞䅪䅪
䉺”䥸䳣
䬅䥸䫞䅪䥸䅪
䉺䳣䥸 䓻㱸䬾䅪䬅䥸䉢䓻 㳧䬅䙡䳣㥇 䍠䬅㥇䳣 㥇䳣䥸䬅䉢 䬾䬅䋸䥸䓻 㱸䫞 㥇䳣䥸 䬾䬅䫞䥸㦗 䎳㨵㥇 㥇䳣䥸 䉢䥸䍠㟔䉢䅪䓻 㟔䉢䥸 䥸㞃㨵㟔䬾䬾䴽 䙡䉢䥸㟔㥇䉼 䬅䫞䅪䥸䥸䅪㦗 㳧㱸䉢㥇㨵䫞䥸 䅃㱸䗣䥸䓻 㟔䗣䬅䅪 䨸䥸䉢䬅䬾䯚䯚