Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension - Chapter 1466: 793: Killing to Break the Seal (Part 2)

Capítulo 1466: Chapter 793: Killing to Break the Seal (Part 2)

Upon hearing this, Manager Chen’s expression changed dramatically.

Zhao Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly and immediately said to Manager Chen, “It seems clear now, the old master was clearly murdered. The purpose of the killing was that Yellow Springs Other Shore Painting.”

Manager Chen shook his head and suddenly gritted his teeth, saying, “It’s not just the Other Shore Map. A few artifacts are also missing from the study.”

After regaining his composure, Manager Chen immediately noticed something very wrong in the study. Three artifacts were missing from the antique shelves.

At that moment, a delicate-looking woman hurried into the study.

As soon as she entered, the delicate woman stammered, “Master, I have something to say. Before the old master died, he had interacted with a scholar. I once entered the room to deliver tea and saw that scholar once.”

Zhao Sheng’s eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, “Quickly tell me, what did that scholar look like?”

After pondering for a moment, the delicate woman intermittently described the scholar’s appearance and demeanor.

The more Manager Chen listened, the more ferocious his expression became, his eyes flaring with anger.

Zhao Sheng, however, found the description increasingly familiar, and soon recalled the young scholar occasionally seen at the Ten Kings Temple.

Immediately after, he remembered that Qin Temple Priest had also mentioned that scholar.

Recalling this, Zhao Sheng increasingly felt that the scholar was very mysterious, likely not an ordinary person.

Why did he take the Yellow Springs Other Shore Painting?

And what about the other artifacts taken, could they also be similar to the “Bright Moon Reflected Lamp”, mystical objects of the Immortal Realm?

Zhao Sheng’s thoughts surged like a tide, suddenly thinking of something, hurriedly asking, “Manager Chen, may I ask who created the Yellow Springs Other Shore Painting?”

Manager Chen’s face turned sullen, “The Other Shore Map was drawn by Li Zhi, my father’s close friend before his death. Li Zhi gifted this painting to my father before he died. Since then, it has hung in the study without being taken down.”

Zhao Sheng’s heart was stirred, and he asked again, “Could the Hell Creatures Painting in the Ten Kings Temple also be painted by Li Zhi?”

“Indeed! Li Zhi was a masterful artist, spending ten years completing the ten Hell Creatures paintings. After finishing, his spirit was drained, he fell ill and ultimately passed away.” Manager Chen was troubled and angry, yet he patiently spoke.

After speaking, Manager Chen bowed to Zhao Sheng with a hand salute and said with grief, “I thank Young Master previously for the reminder. Now, I must report to the authorities immediately, unable to attend to other matters. Please go back, Mr. Zhao, I shall definitely visit to express my gratitude another day.”

“Manager Chen, my condolences, right now finding the murderer is of utmost importance. Farewell!”

Zhao Sheng bade farewell to Manager Chen and quickly left Chen Mansion.

Instead of returning to Zhao Mansion, he wandered aimlessly around the town, noting down every building and street along the way, including the appearance and demeanor of every person he saw.

This wandering lasted most of the afternoon, until the sun set in the west when he had walked around the entire Mingxi Town.

With the last sunlight, Zhao Sheng staggered back to Zhao Mansion, hastily ate dinner, and immediately returned to his bedroom, quickly falling asleep.

This flesh was indeed weak; merely wandering around the town had drained him completely, exhausting all his energy.

“Tomorrow” arrived as expected!

When he opened his eyes, the familiar setting from the past greeted him.

Zhao Sheng sat up from bed, then woke up the young girl and instructed her to prepare a meal.

Later, he still shared a meal with his “parents,” using the same rhetoric to send the two elders away.

Following that, Zhao Sheng dismissed Chen San and went out alone, heading straight for the Ten Thousand Temple.

An hour later, Zhao Sheng hurriedly entered the temple door, glanced around, and noticed only a few pilgrims, somewhat deserted.

“Not here? Or have they not arrived yet?” Zhao Sheng withdrew his gaze, silently pondering.

No doubt about it, his target was the young scholar.

Zhao Sheng didn’t linger at the entrance, immediately walking into the temple and quickly entering the West Hall.

Re-entering the temple, his attention was again swiftly drawn to the Hell Creatures Painting.

Carefully examining the Sword Mountain Hell Painting, he increasingly felt its vivid realism, all living beings covered in wounds, wailing in agony, yet forced to climb the Sword Mountain, yearning to escape Hell soon.

As he examined it, Zhao Sheng’s gaze suddenly condensed, focusing on the lower left corner of the All Living Beings Map.

“Huh, there’s something wrong here!”

Staring at that figure hanging on the blade in agony, although its face was hidden in darkness, obscured and unclear.

However, he was a hundred percent certain that just “yesterday,” this All Living Beings Map absolutely did not have such an agonized figure.

In other words, in just one day, an extra “ghost” suddenly appeared out of thin air in the All Living Beings Map.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed brilliantly, faintly sensing he had discovered a big secret.

This secret was deeply concealed, if not for coincidence, almost no one would notice the peculiarity of the Hell Creatures Painting.

Zhao Sheng carefully scrutinized the All Living Beings Map before him, after repeated identification, confirmed the painting indeed had one more “ghost.”

Now the question arises, why did this “ghost” suddenly appear, and what does it signify?

Zhao Sheng’s mind raced as he abruptly turned around and walked out of the temple, quickly entering the eastern temple.

After a short while, he walked out of the East Hall again, heading towards the other eight temples.

In several other temples, he found that in many of the Hell Creatures Paintings, one or two more “ghosts” had appeared.

Upon entering the last temple, the number of “new ghosts” had increased to five.

As Zhao Sheng kept entering and exiting various Yama Halls, a young scholar appeared outside the temple gate.

The scholar raised his head and looked at the plaque, after watching for a while, he withdrew his gaze and stepped into the temple.

Upon entering the temple, the young scholar ignored everything else and headed directly to the backyard.

Just as he arrived at the Third Level courtyard, he happened to encounter Zhao Sheng, who was walking out of the temple.

Thus, after a day’s separation, the two met face to face again.

Upon seeing this person, Zhao Sheng’s heart tightened, and he hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting, saying: “I am Zhao Gongzhu, I’ve met this brother!”

The young scholar paused, smiled warmly, and returned the gesture, saying: “I am Lin Heng, nice to meet Mr. Zhao.”

Zhao Sheng’s gaze fell on the square cloth on the other’s head, speaking slowly: “Heng means constant. Constant stands for longevity. Taoist, you’ve chosen a good name!”

As soon as the words fell, Lin Heng’s smile froze, he stepped back two steps, stared at Zhao Sheng’s hat, and asked expressionlessly: “I thought I hadn’t shown any flaws, how could you see through my disguise at a glance.”

Zhao Sheng laughed: “Haha, just clever words and deceit, I didn’t expect you would frankly admit it, Taoist.”

Lin Heng’s face darkened, and he was somewhat angry, about to make a move.

Seeing things weren’t right, Zhao Sheng quickly said: “Wait, Taoist. I have no ill intentions, I just want to ally with you. After all, those who arrive early at the Ten Kings Temple are exceptionally wise individuals. I always want to cooperate with smart people.”

Lin Heng felt stirred upon hearing this, his expression softened greatly, and his murderous intent diminished significantly.

Smart people need few words, the two understood that cooperation was far better than fighting to death upon meeting in this unknown dangerous land.

Next, everything fell into place seamlessly!

In just a few sentences, Zhao Sheng and Lin Heng decided to temporarily ally.

Since the alliance was formed, Lin Heng was straightforward, quickly inviting Zhao Sheng to meet the temple priest.

An hour later, the two bid farewell to the temple priest and headed outside the temple.

When reaching the Second Level courtyard, Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed, and he suddenly said: “Brother Lin, look over there.”

Lin Heng looked upon hearing this, seeing a Conical Hat Guest walking towards a Yama Hall.

“Brother Zhao, do you think…?” Lin Heng thoughtfully turned to look.

Zhao Sheng nodded slightly and said in a low voice: “Nine out of ten!”

“Kill?”

“You? Me?”

Lin Heng pondered briefly, then mysteriously smiled: “You go ahead! There will be quite a surprise afterward!”

Zhao Sheng understood upon hearing, realizing instantly the other’s hands were already stained with blood, and something was discovered.

What could the surprise be?

Zhao Sheng pondered this as he followed behind the Conical Hat Guest into the temple.

In less than ten breaths, he walked out of the temple briskly, with a surprisingly delighted expression.

Seeing Zhao Sheng return, Lin Heng smiled and said: “Taoist, did you feel it too?”

Zhao Sheng nodded, slowly extending his right hand, his palm like a knife, suddenly slicing out.

With a tearing sound, a three-finger-deep knife mark instantly appeared on the ground.

Zhao Sheng hadn’t expected that killing an Immortal Ruins Guest could actually unseal a bit of his own Will.

In this way, much of his previous deductions became almost void.

If someone discovers the secret of killing and unsealing, it is bound to spark an unprecedented slaughter.

Kill until there is only one left, then the killing will stop.

Then wait for a new batch of Immortal Ruins Guests to enter, and the slaughter will repeat.

Thus, one cycle after another, an invincible “monster” will eventually be born, unless it escapes this “Hell.”

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng’s face suddenly looked very grim.

盧

㞽䶞㲽㘄䀻㩓㩓䝂㞽㘄䋵

䯥㽻㼅’㽻㘄

魯

䯥㬌㞽㼅䟇䀻㿋㘄䝂

㝗㩓㘄

魯

虜

㿋㞽

䝂㷢㲽㲽

㿋䧇䀻䯥

盧

蘆

露

㳖㪸䟇

擄

爐

㼅䞍䯥

老

䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 㵴㩓㼅㖶䲜䋵䫐 䱺㿋䀻㳖㼅䯥㿋㽻 㞽㼅䟇 㖶㳖䋵㬌 㳖䯥㽻 㳖䟇䲜㿋㽻㷢 “㢷䱺䝂㘄㞽㿋䱺 䞍㼅䯥㷢 㪸㞽㳖㘄 䟇㞽䝂㩓䋵㽻 㪸㿋 㽻䝂 䯥㿋䩉㘄䑼”

䞍㼅䯥 䧇㿋䯥䀻 䱺㿋㚇䋵㼅㿋㽻㷢 “䶄 㚇䋵㳖䯥 㘄䝂 䟇㿋㿋䲜 䝂㩓㘄 䎟䋵㽻 㟦㞽䝂㚇䲜㿋㿋㚇㿋䱺 㓂㞽㿋䯥䶞 㢷䱺䝂㘄㞽㿋䱺 䋧㞽㳖䝂㷢 㪸㞽䫐 㽻䝂䯥’㘄 䫐䝂㩓 㿋䩉㚇䋵䝂䱺㿋 㘄㞽㿋 䃗㳖㬌㿋䋵㿋䟇䟇 䉢䝂㬌㝗䑼 㨼㿋’䋵䋵 㳖㖶㘄 䟇㿋㚇㳖䱺㳖㘄㿋䋵䫐 㳖䯥㽻 㿋䩉㖶㞽㳖䯥䀻㿋 㼅䯥㲽䝂䱺㬌㳖㘄㼅䝂䯥 㘄㞽㿋 䯥㿋䩉㘄 㘄㼅㬌㿋 㪸㿋 㬌㿋㿋㘄䶞”

“䶞䟇㿋㳖㬌

䯥㽻㳖

㳖䝂㞽䋧

䋵㞽䀻䟇㷢㼅㘄䫐䋵

‘䟇䯥㟦㿋㞽䀻

㖶㿋䱺㽻䋵㲽㼅㿋䲜

䫐㿋䟇㿋

䶄”

㞽㿋

䟇㳖㪸

㞽㘄㿋

䞍㼅䯥 䧇㿋䯥䀻 䟇㬌㼅䋵㿋㽻 㳖䯥㽻 䟇㳖㼅㽻㷢 “䄁䝂䝂㽻㷢 䋵㿋㘄 㩓䟇 㚇㳖䱺㘄 㪸㳖䫐䟇 㲽䝂䱺 䯥䝂㪸㷢 㳖䯥㽻 㪸㞽㿋䯥 㽻㩓䟇䲜 㲽㳖䋵䋵䟇㷢 㪸㿋’䋵䋵 㬌㿋㿋㘄 㳖㘄 㘄㞽㿋 䃵䀻㳖䱺㪸䝂䝂㽻 䈑㿋䟇㘄㳖㩓䱺㳖䯥㘄㷢 㞽䝂㪸 㳖㝗䝂㩓㘄 㼅㘄䑼”

“㟦㩓䱺㿋㮫”

䶞䶞䶞

䎟㩓㘄䟇㼅㽻㿋 㘄㞽㿋 䉢㿋䯥 㜳㼅䯥䀻䟇 䉢㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋㷢 䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 㪸㳖㘄㖶㞽㿋㽻 䞍㼅䯥 䧇㿋䯥䀻’䟇 㲽㼅䀻㩓䱺㿋 䀻䱺㳖㽻㩓㳖䋵䋵䫐 㽻㼅䟇㳖㚇㚇㿋㳖䱺 㼅䯥㘄䝂 㘄㞽㿋 㽻㼅䟇㘄㳖䯥㖶㿋㷢 㞽㼅䟇 䀻㳖㮀㿋 䟇㩓㽻㽻㿋䯥䋵䫐 㝗㿋㖶䝂㬌㼅䯥䀻 㿋䩉㘄䱺㿋㬌㿋䋵䫐 㽻㿋㿋㚇䶞

䎟䯥㖶㿋 䞍㼅䯥 䧇㿋䯥䀻’䟇 㲽㼅䀻㩓䱺㿋 㖶䝂㬌㚇䋵㿋㘄㿋䋵䫐 䳬㳖䯥㼅䟇㞽㿋㽻㷢 䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 㳖㝗䱺㩓㚇㘄䋵䫐 㘄㩓䱺䯥㿋㽻 㳖䯥㽻 䱺㿋䠃㿋䯥㘄㿋䱺㿋㽻 㘄㞽㿋 㘄㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋䶞

㲽㼅䟇㳖䯥䀻㼅㼅䯥㖶㘄

㞽㿋

䝂㘄䠨

㿋䧇䋵䋵

䝂㼅㿋㖶䳬䱺㽻㿋㽻䟇

㳖䯥

䋵㼅䎟

䯥䯥䶞㼅㼅䀻㳖䠨㘄

㬌㿋㘄䯥䝂䟇㞽㼅䀻

㼅䯥

䃵䟇 㿋䩉㚇㿋㖶㘄㿋㽻㷢 㘄㞽㿋 䧇㿋䋵䋵 䙍㳖㚇 㼅䯥㽻㿋㿋㽻 㞽㳖㽻 㳖䯥 㿋䩉㘄䱺㳖 “㖔䱺㼅㿋㽻 䄁㞽䝂䟇㘄䶞”

䃗㿋㿋㽻䋵㿋䟇䟇 㘄䝂 䟇㳖䫐㷢 㘄㞽㼅䟇 㖔䱺㼅㿋㽻 䄁㞽䝂䟇㘄 㬌䝂䟇㘄 䋵㼅䲜㿋䋵䫐 㪸㳖䟇 㘄㞽㿋 㓂䝂䯥㼅㖶㳖䋵 䧇㳖㘄 䄁㩓㿋䟇㘄 㪸㞽䝂 㽻㼅㿋㽻 㳖㘄 㞽㼅䟇 㞽㳖䯥㽻䟇䶞

㪸㼅㘄㞽

㝗㩓㘄

㚇㳖䋵㿋

㞽㿋

㽻㖶㘄䝂㩓’䯥䋵

㬌㷢㼅㞽

䝂䋧㞽㳖

㿋䝂㞽䱺㷢㼅㼅䱺㽻㲽

㿋䧇䋵䋵

㳖㪸䟇

䟇䱺䱺㓂㘄㳖㿋㿋㩓

䯥㳖㽻

㘄㩓䯥䱺

㞽㿋

㿋㚇㞽䋵

㿋㘄㞽

㚇㘄㿋㽻㼅㿋䯥䟇㖶

㳖䟇

䶄㲽 㞽㿋 㪸㳖䟇䯥’㘄 㬌㼅䟇㘄㳖䲜㿋䯥㷢 㿋㳖㖶㞽 “䀻㞽䝂䟇㘄” 㼅䯥 㘄㞽㿋 㚇㳖㼅䯥㘄㼅䯥䀻 䱺㿋㚇䱺㿋䟇㿋䯥㘄䟇 㳖 㽻㿋㖶㿋㳖䟇㿋㽻 䶄㬌㬌䝂䱺㘄㳖䋵 䈑㩓㼅䯥䟇 䄁㩓㿋䟇㘄䶞

䙍䝂䱺㿋 㘄㿋䱺䱺㼅㲽䫐㼅䯥䀻䋵䫐㷢 㪸㳖䳬㿋 㳖㲽㘄㿋䱺 㪸㳖䳬㿋 䝂㲽 䶄㬌㬌䝂䱺㘄㳖䋵 䈑㩓㼅䯥䟇 䄁㩓㿋䟇㘄䟇 㿋䯥㘄㿋䱺㿋㽻 䙍㼅䯥䀻䩉㼅 䉢䝂㪸䯥㷢 䫐㿋㘄 㳖䋵㬌䝂䟇㘄 䯥䝂 䝂䯥㿋 㖶䝂㩓䋵㽻 㩓䯥㖶䝂䳬㿋䱺 㘄㞽㿋 䟇㿋㖶䱺㿋㘄 䝂㲽 㘄㞽㿋 䧇㿋䋵䋵 㓂䱺㿋㳖㘄㩓䱺㿋䟇 䠨㳖㼅䯥㘄㼅䯥䀻䟇䶞

㞽䉢㿋

㬌䯥㼅䝂㘄䀻䟇䶞㿋㞽

䯥㽻㳖

㼅䯥

㳖

㿋㘄䯥䩉

㿋㞽

‘㟦䯥䀻㞽䟇㿋

㞽䋧䝂㳖

“㶐㿋䋵䋵䝂㪸 㟦㚇䱺㼅䯥䀻䟇 䎟㘄㞽㿋䱺 㟦㞽䝂䱺㿋 䠨㳖㼅䯥㘄㼅䯥䀻䑼 䎟㘄㞽㿋䱺 㟦㞽䝂䱺㿋䑼䶞䶞䶞 䎟㘄㞽㿋䱺 㟦㞽䝂䱺㿋㮫”

䧇㿋 㬌㩓䱺㬌㩓䱺㿋㽻 㘄䝂 㞽㼅㬌䟇㿋䋵㲽㷢 䟇㩓㽻㽻㿋䯥䋵䫐 㩓䯥㽻㿋䱺䟇㘄㳖䯥㽻㼅䯥䀻 䞍㼅䯥 䧇㿋䯥䀻’䟇 㚇㩓䱺㚇䝂䟇㿋 㼅䯥 䲜㼅䋵䋵㼅䯥䀻 㲽䝂䱺 㘄䱺㿋㳖䟇㩓䱺㿋䶞

㩓㬌㘄䟇

㞽㘄䟇䝂䯥㿋㼅㬌䀻㷢

㞽㘄㳖䉢

䟇㞽㼅

㞽㿋㳖䳬

㽻㖶䟇䳬㿋㼅䝂㽻㿋䱺

㖔㳖䋵䋵㼅䯥䀻 㼅䯥㘄䝂 䧇㿋䋵䋵㷢 㼅䟇䯥’㘄 㼅㘄 㞽䝂㚇㼅䯥䀻䶞䶞䶞 㘄䝂 㿋䟇㖶㳖㚇㿋 䧇㿋䋵䋵㷢 㘄䝂 䱺㿋㳖㖶㞽 㘄㞽㿋 䎟㘄㞽㿋䱺 㟦㞽䝂䱺㿋㮫

䉢㞽㿋 㶐㿋䋵䋵䝂㪸 㟦㚇䱺㼅䯥䀻䟇 䎟㘄㞽㿋䱺 㟦㞽䝂䱺㿋 䠨㳖㼅䯥㘄㼅䯥䀻 㬌㩓䟇㘄 㖶䝂䯥㘄㳖㼅䯥 㖶䋵㩓㿋䟇 㘄䝂 㿋䟇㖶㳖㚇㿋 㲽䱺䝂㬌 㚇㩓䱺䀻㳖㘄䝂䱺䫐㮫

䫐㝗

㝗㳖㳖䫐㖶㽻䱺㷢䲜

㳖

㛹䟇㘄㩓

䝂㲽

㞽㘄㿋

䱺䝂㬌㲽

䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 㧩䝂䋵㘄㿋㽻 㳖㪸㳖䲜㿋㷢 䱺㿋㳖䋵㼅㮀㼅䯥䀻 㘄㞽㳖㘄 㘄㞽㿋 㖶䝂䱺㚇䟇㿋 㼅䯥 㘄㞽㿋 㘄㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋 㞽㳖㽻 㝗㿋㿋䯥 㽻㼅䟇㖶䝂䳬㿋䱺㿋㽻䶞

䧇㿋 㘄㩓䱺䯥㿋㽻 㳖䯥㽻 㪸㳖䋵䲜㿋㽻 䝂㩓㘄 䝂㲽 㘄㞽㿋 㬌㳖㼅䯥 㞽㳖䋵䋵㷢 㞽㼅䟇 䀻㳖㮀㿋 䟇㪸㿋㿋㚇㼅䯥䀻 㳖㖶䱺䝂䟇䟇 㘄㞽㿋 㲽䱺䝂䯥㘄 㞽㳖䋵䋵 㚇䋵㳖㮀㳖㷢 㧩㩓䟇㘄 㼅䯥 㘄㼅㬌㿋 㘄䝂 䟇㿋㿋 㘄㪸䝂 㚇㳖㘄䱺䝂䋵 䟇䝂䋵㽻㼅㿋䱺䟇 㿋䟇㖶䝂䱺㘄㼅䯥䀻 䎟䋵㽻 䙍㳖㽻㳖㬌 㓂㞽㿋䯥 㖶㳖㩓㘄㼅䝂㩓䟇䋵䫐 㞽㿋㳖㽻㼅䯥䀻 㘄䝂㪸㳖䱺㽻䟇 㘄㞽㿋 㝗㳖㖶䲜䫐㳖䱺㽻䶞

䝂㘄

㞽㘄㿋

䋵㽻䎟

㬌㳖䯥

䟇㿋㿋䳬䯥㳖㼅㘄䶞䀻㘄㼅

㖶䝂㘄䝂䝂䯥㬌㬌㼅

䱺㽻㽻㿋䯥䟇㚇䝂㿋

䯥㳖㽻

㘄䝂

㝗㳖㖶䲜䱺㽻㳖䫐㷢

㩓㑛㿋

䱺㳖㝗㳖㖶䫐㷢㽻䲜

䯥㽻㳖

䯥㳖䱺

㞽㿋㘄

㬌㿋䀻㼅㿋䫐䋵䯥䟇

㽻㩓㿋䝂㲽㼅䠃䩉䯥㳖㖶㳖䟇

㞽㘄㿋

䟇㞽㿋䯥㓂’

㞽㿋㘄

㬌㳖㼅㘄䋵䫐㬌㿋㼅㽻㿋

㼅䯥

䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 䟇㞽㼅㲽㘄㿋㽻 㞽㼅䟇 㘄㞽䝂㩓䀻㞽㘄䟇 㳖䯥㽻 䟇㘄䱺䝂㽻㿋 㘄䝂㪸㳖䱺㽻䟇 䎟䋵㽻 䙍㳖㽻㳖㬌 㓂㞽㿋䯥䶞

䃵㚇㚇㳖䱺㿋䯥㘄䋵䫐 䟇㿋䯥䟇㼅䯥䀻 䟇䝂㬌㿋䝂䯥㿋 㳖㚇㚇䱺䝂㳖㖶㞽㼅䯥䀻㷢 㘄㞽㿋 䝂䋵㽻 㳖䯥㽻 㽻㿋㖶䱺㿋㚇㼅㘄 䎟䋵㽻 䙍㳖㽻㳖㬌 㓂㞽㿋䯥 䟇㩓㽻㽻㿋䯥䋵䫐 㘄㩓䱺䯥㿋㽻 㞽㿋䱺 㞽㿋㳖㽻㷢 㞽㿋䱺 㘄㩓䱺㝗㼅㽻 䝂䋵㽻 㿋䫐㿋䟇 㲽䋵㳖䟇㞽㼅䯥䀻 㪸㼅㘄㞽 㳖 㞽㼅䯥㘄 䝂㲽 䟇㞽㳖䱺㚇䯥㿋䟇䟇䶞

㞽㳖㽻㿋䱺㖶䝂㳖㚇㚇

㳖

䝂䋧㞽㳖

䩉㼅㿋䱺䟇䝂㚇䟇䯥㿋㷢

䃵㘄 㘄㞽㳖㘄 㬌䝂㬌㿋䯥㘄㷢 㘄㞽㿋 䱺㿋㬌㳖㼅䯥㼅䯥䀻 㚇㳖㘄䱺䝂䋵 䟇䝂䋵㽻㼅㿋䱺 䟇㳖㪸 㞽㼅㬌 㳖䟇 㪸㿋䋵䋵 㳖䯥㽻 㼅㬌㬌㿋㽻㼅㳖㘄㿋䋵䫐 䟇㘄㿋㚇㚇㿋㽻 㲽䝂䱺㪸㳖䱺㽻 㘄䝂 㝗䋵䝂㖶䲜 㞽㼅䟇 㚇㳖㘄㞽㷢 䋵䝂㩓㽻䋵䫐 䟇㞽䝂㩓㘄㼅䯥䀻㷢 “㟦㘄䝂㚇㷢 㽻䝂䯥’㘄 㖶䝂㬌㿋 㳖䯥䫐 㖶䋵䝂䟇㿋䱺—㳖㞽㮫”

㢷㿋㲽䝂䱺㿋 㲽㼅䯥㼅䟇㞽㼅䯥䀻 㞽㼅䟇 䟇㿋䯥㘄㿋䯥㖶㿋㷢 㞽㿋 䟇㩓㽻㽻㿋䯥䋵䫐 䋵㿋㘄 䝂㩓㘄 㳖 䟇㖶䱺㿋㳖㬌㷢 㖶䋵㩓㘄㖶㞽㼅䯥䀻 㞽㼅䟇 䯥㿋㖶䲜 㳖䯥㽻 㲽㳖䋵䋵㼅䯥䀻 㽻䝂㪸䯥䶞

㝗䫐

㳖䯥㽻㞽

䎟㽻䋵

㳖䀻㽻䳬㳖䯥㖶㼅䯥

䟇㚇㿋㘄

㞽䟇㼅

㘄㿋㚇䟇

㘄㼅

䝂㞽䋧㳖

㞽䟇㼅

䎟䋵㽻 䙍㳖㽻㳖㬌 㓂㞽㿋䯥’䟇 㿋䩉㚇䱺㿋䟇䟇㼅䝂䯥 㪸㳖䟇 䀻䱺㳖䳬㿋㷢 㞽㿋䱺 䳬䝂㼅㖶㿋 㳖䀻㼅䯥䀻 㳖䟇 䟇㞽㿋 䟇㚇䝂䲜㿋㷢 “䉢㳖䝂㼅䟇㘄㷢 㪸㞽䫐 㽻䝂 䫐䝂㩓 㚇㩓䟇㞽 䟇䝂 䱺㿋䋵㿋䯥㘄䋵㿋䟇䟇䋵䫐㮫 䶄 㳖㬌—㖶㿋䯥㘄㿋䱺㮫”

䋽㚇䝂䯥 㩓㘄㘄㿋䱺㼅䯥䀻 㘄㞽㿋 㪸䝂䱺㽻 “㖶㿋䯥㘄㿋䱺㷢” 㳖 䋵㳖䱺䀻㿋 㝗㩓䱺䟇㘄 䝂㲽 㪸㞽㼅㘄㿋 㞽㳖㼅䱺 䯥㿋㿋㽻䋵㿋䟇 䟇㞽䝂㘄 䝂㩓㘄 㲽䱺䝂㬌 㞽㿋䱺 㞽㳖㼅䱺㷢 㘄䱺㳖䯥䟇㲽䝂䱺㬌㼅䯥䀻 㼅䯥㘄䝂 㳖 㪸㞽㼅㘄㿋 䋵㼅䀻㞽㘄 㘄㞽㳖㘄 㿋䯥䳬㿋䋵䝂㚇㿋㽻 䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻’䟇 䳬㼅㘄㳖䋵 㚇䝂㼅䯥㘄䟇䶞

㞽䟇㼅

䱺㳖㿋䀻㼅䯥㚇㚇㳖

㽻㳖䯥㞽

㼅䱺䶞㳖

䝂㲽

㳖㞽䋧䝂

㞽㘄㼅䯥

㼅䋵㨼䋵

㳖

䝂㲽

䝂㩓㘄

䶄䯥 㳖䯥 㼅䯥䟇㘄㳖䯥㘄㷢 㘄㼅㬌㿋 䟇㿋㿋㬌㿋㽻 㘄䝂 㲽䱺㿋㿋㮀㿋㷢 㖶䝂㩓䯥㘄䋵㿋䟇䟇 㲽㼅䯥㿋 㪸㞽㼅㘄㿋 㞽㳖㼅䱺 䯥㿋㿋㽻䋵㿋䟇 䟇㩓䟇㚇㿋䯥㽻㿋㽻 㬌㼅㽻䠃㳖㼅䱺䶞

㟦㘄㿋㚇㚇㼅䯥䀻 㲽䝂䱺㪸㳖䱺㽻㷢 㘄㞽㿋 㞽㳖䯥㽻 䲜䯥㼅㲽㿋 䟇䋵㼅㖶㿋㽻 㘄㞽䱺䝂㩓䀻㞽 㳖䯥 㼅䯥㽻㿋䟇㖶䱺㼅㝗㳖㝗䋵㿋 㘄䱺㳖㧩㿋㖶㘄䝂䱺䫐㷢 㳖䯥 㼅䯥䳬㼅䟇㼅㝗䋵㿋 㿋㽻䀻㿋 㼅䯥䟇㘄㳖䯥㘄䋵䫐 䟇㿋䳬㿋䱺㼅䯥䀻 㘄㞽㿋 䝂㚇㚇䝂䯥㿋䯥㘄’䟇 䯥㿋㖶䲜䶞

䃵 䀻䱺㳖䫐䠃㞽㳖㼅䱺㿋㽻 㞽㿋㳖㽻 䀻㿋䯥㘄䋵䫐 㘄㼅䋵㘄㿋㽻㷢 㘄㞽㿋䯥 㞽㿋㳖䳬㼅䋵䫐 㲽㿋䋵䋵 㘄䝂 㘄㞽㿋 䀻䱺䝂㩓䯥㽻㷢 㞽㿋䱺 㲽㳖㖶㿋 䟇㘄㼅䋵䋵 㬌㳖䱺䲜㿋㽻 㪸㼅㘄㞽 㳖䯥 㿋䩉㚇䱺㿋䟇䟇㼅䝂䯥 䝂㲽 㽻㼅䟇㝗㿋䋵㼅㿋㲽 㳖㘄 㘄㞽㿋 㬌䝂㬌㿋䯥㘄 䝂㲽 㽻㿋㳖㘄㞽䶞

䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 㲽㿋䋵㘄 㳖 䟇㩓䱺䀻㿋 䝂㲽 㚇䋵㿋㳖䟇㩓䱺㿋㷢 䟇㿋䯥䟇㼅䯥䀻 㞽㼅䟇 䝂㪸䯥 㨼㼅䋵䋵 䋵䝂䝂䟇㿋䯥㼅䯥䀻 䟇䋵㼅䀻㞽㘄䋵䫐䶞

䋵㼅㨼䋵

䫐䱺㳖䠃㘄㞽㿋㿋㽻䱺

㘄䯥㳖䫐䟇䯥䋵㼅㘄

㬌㼅㞽䶞

㳖

䳬㪸㳖㿋

㘄㷢㩓䝂

䝂㲽

䶄䯥 㳖 㲽䋵㿋㿋㘄㼅䯥䀻 㘄㞽䝂㩓䀻㞽㘄㷢 㘄㞽㿋 䀻䱺䝂㩓䯥㽻 䟇㼅䋵㿋䯥㘄䋵䫐 㖶䱺㳖㖶䲜㿋㽻 䝂㚇㿋䯥 㳖 䟇㿋㳖㬌㷢 㽻㿋䳬䝂㩓䱺㼅䯥䀻 㘄㞽㿋 㝗䋵䝂䝂㽻䟇㘄㳖㼅䯥䟇㷢 㖶䝂䱺㚇䟇㿋㷢 㳖䯥㽻 㞽㿋㳖㽻㷢 㝗㿋㲽䝂䱺㿋 㘄㞽㿋 䀻䱺䝂㩓䯥㽻 㘄㪸㼅䟇㘄㿋㽻 㳖䯥㽻 㘄㞽㿋 䟇㿋㳖㬌 䳬㳖䯥㼅䟇㞽㿋㽻䶞

䧇㳖䳬㼅䯥䀻 䝂㝗䋵㼅㘄㿋䱺㳖㘄㿋㽻 㘄㞽㿋 㿋䳬㼅㽻㿋䯥㖶㿋㷢 䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 㽻㼅㽻䯥’㘄 㞽㩓䱺䱺䫐 㘄䝂 䋵㿋㳖䳬㿋 㝗㩓㘄 䱺㳖㘄㞽㿋䱺 䱺㿋㘄㩓䱺䯥㿋㽻 㘄䝂 㘄㞽㿋 㘄㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋㷢 㖶䝂䯥㘄㼅䯥㩓㼅䯥䀻 㘄䝂 “䀻㩓㳖䱺㽻 㘄㞽㿋 㘄䱺㿋㿋 㳖㪸㳖㼅㘄㼅䯥䀻 㘄㞽㿋 䱺㳖㝗㝗㼅㘄䶞”

䃵㘄

䟇㼅㘄㞽

䎟䋵㽻

㼅㽻㽻㘄’䯥

㲽㿋㖶䩉䠃㼅㳖㽻䟇䯥䝂㳖㩓

㞽㿋䱺

䯥㬌㳖

㞽㓂䯥㿋

䝂㲽㬌䱺

㽻䫐䋵䱺䱺㩓㼅㞽㿋

㞽㿋㘄

㞽㘄㿋

㩓㘄㝗

㳖䯥㽻

䟇㿋㿋

䧇㿋 㵴㩓㼅㖶䲜䋵䫐 㘄㞽䝂㩓䀻㞽㘄 㳖䯥㽻 䱺㩓䟇㞽㿋㽻 㼅䯥㘄䝂 㘄㞽㿋 㿋㳖䟇㘄 㘄㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋 㞽㳖䋵䋵 㘄䝂 䟇㿋㳖䱺㖶㞽㷢 㲽㼅䯥㽻㼅䯥䀻 䯥䝂㘄㞽㼅䯥䀻䶞

䉢㞽㿋䯥 㞽㿋 㿋䯥㘄㿋䱺㿋㽻 㘄㞽㿋 㨼㿋䟇㘄 䧇㳖䋵䋵㷢 䟇㘄㼅䋵䋵 䯥䝂㘄 䟇㿋㿋㼅䯥䀻 㳖 䟇㼅䯥䀻䋵㿋 䟇㞽㳖㽻䝂㪸㷢 㘄㞽䝂㩓䀻㞽 䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 䟇㘄䝂䝂㽻 䱺㼅䀻㞽㘄 㝗㿋㲽䝂䱺㿋 㞽㼅㬌㷢 㘄㞽㿋 㳖䯥䩉㼅䝂㩓䟇䠃㲽㳖㖶㿋㽻 㬌㳖䯥 䟇㿋㿋㬌㼅䯥䀻䋵䫐 㝗䋵㼅䯥㽻㷢 㖶䝂䯥䟇㼅㽻㿋䱺㼅䯥䀻 㞽㼅㬌 㬌㿋䱺㿋䋵䫐 㳖 㖶䋵䝂㩓㽻 䝂㲽 㳖㼅䱺䶞

䋵㘄㳖㼅䝂㖶㚇㼅㚇㳖䯥

㪸㳖䟇

䝂㲽

㘄䯥䝂

㼅㿋䯥㬌䝂䯥㼅䯥䶞䀻㘄

䯥㳖

㨼䋵㼅䋵

㳖

䉢㞽䟇㼅

䉢㞽㿋 㬌㩓䱺㽻㿋䱺 㖶㳖䟇㿋 㳖㘄 㘄㞽㿋 䉢㿋䯥 㜳㼅䯥䀻䟇 䉢㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋 䟇䝂䝂䯥 㳖䋵㳖䱺㬌㿋㽻 㘄㞽㿋 㘄㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋 㚇䱺㼅㿋䟇㘄䶞

㶛㼅䯥 䉢㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋 䠨䱺㼅㿋䟇㘄 㚇䱺䝂㬌㚇㘄䋵䫐 㽻㼅䟇㚇㳖㘄㖶㞽㿋㽻 㚇㿋䝂㚇䋵㿋 㘄䝂 䱺㿋㚇䝂䱺㘄 㘄䝂 㘄㞽㿋 䀻䝂䳬㿋䱺䯥㬌㿋䯥㘄㷢 㪸㞽㼅䋵㿋 䟇㿋㳖䋵㼅䯥䀻 䝂㲽㲽 㘄㞽㿋 䟇㖶㿋䯥㿋䶞

㿋䉢㞽

㼅䋵䫐䱺㿋㽻䱺㩓㞽

䠃㳖䯥㿋䩉㩓㽻㖶㼅㲽䝂㳖䟇

㿋㘄㳖䯥㚇䋵䱺䫐㚇㳖

䟇㳖䋵䝂

䝂㘄

㬌㞽䝂㿋

㳖㬌䯥

㞽㘄㿋

䃗䝂㘄 䋵䝂䯥䀻 㳖㲽㘄㿋䱺㷢 㝗㿋㲽䝂䱺㿋 㓂㞽㼅㿋㲽 䞍㼅㩓 㳖䯥㽻 㘄㞽㿋 䝂㘄㞽㿋䱺䟇 㳖䱺䱺㼅䳬㿋㽻 㳖㘄 㘄㞽㿋 䟇㖶㿋䯥㿋㷢 㘄㞽䝂䟇㿋 㳖㪸㳖㼅㘄㿋㽻 㝗䫐 䋧㞽㳖䝂 㟦㞽㿋䯥䀻 㞽㳖㽻 㳖䋵䱺㿋㳖㽻䫐 㖶䝂㬌㿋䶞

䉢㞽㿋 㬌㳖䟇䲜㿋㽻 㪸䝂㬌㳖䯥 㼅䯥 㪸㞽㼅㘄㿋 䟇㘄㿋㚇㚇㿋㽻 㘄㞽䱺䝂㩓䀻㞽 㘄㞽㿋 㘄㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋 䀻㳖㘄㿋䟇㷢 㞽㿋䱺 㿋䫐㿋䟇 䟇㪸㿋㿋㚇㼅䯥䀻 㳖㖶䱺䝂䟇䟇 㘄㞽㿋 㚇䋵㳖㮀㳖㷢 㳖䯥㽻 㳖 㞽㼅䯥㘄 䝂㲽 䟇㩓䱺㚇䱺㼅䟇㿋 䟇㩓㽻㽻㿋䯥䋵䫐 㲽䋵㳖䟇㞽㿋㽻 㳖㖶䱺䝂䟇䟇 㘄㞽㿋㬌 㩓㚇䝂䯥 䟇㿋㿋㼅䯥䀻 㘄㞽㿋 㖶㞽㳖䝂㘄㼅㖶 䟇㖶㿋䯥㿋䶞

䟇㘄㷢㿋㿋㼅㲽㽻㲽䯥

㼅㘄䫐䯥䯥䋵䟇㳖㘄

㳖㘄

㬌䳬䝂㿋

㝗䝂㽻䫐

㞽䟇㿋

䫐㝗

㞽㿋䱺

䋵㳖䋵䶞

㘄䝂

㟦㞽㿋 㪸㳖䟇 㿋䩉㘄䱺㿋㬌㿋䋵䫐 㲽䱺㼅䀻㞽㘄㿋䯥㿋㽻㷢 䟇㘄䱺㩓䀻䀻䋵㼅䯥䀻 㽻㿋䟇㚇㿋䱺㳖㘄㿋䋵䫐㷢 㘄䱺䫐㼅䯥䀻 㘄䝂 䟇㞽䝂㩓㘄 㲽䝂䱺 㞽㿋䋵㚇㷢 䫐㿋㘄 㳖䋵䋵 㿋㲽㲽䝂䱺㘄䟇 㚇䱺䝂䳬㿋㽻 㲽㩓㘄㼅䋵㿋䶞

䉢㞽㿋 䯥㿋䩉㘄 㬌䝂㬌㿋䯥㘄㷢 䟇㞽㿋 㘄㩓䱺䯥㿋㽻 㳖㝗䱺㩓㚇㘄䋵䫐㷢 㩓䯥㽻㿋䱺 㘄㞽㿋 㬌㳖䯥㼅㚇㩓䋵㳖㘄㼅䝂䯥 䝂㲽 㘄㞽㿋 㿋㿋䱺㼅㿋 㨼㼅䋵䋵㷢 㪸㳖䋵䲜㼅䯥䀻 䟇㘄㿋㚇 㝗䫐 䟇㘄㿋㚇 䝂㩓㘄 䝂㲽 㘄㞽㿋 㘄㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋 䀻㳖㘄㿋䟇㷢 㳖㽻䳬㳖䯥㖶㼅䯥䀻 㘄䝂㪸㳖䱺㽻䟇 㘄㞽㿋 䱺㼅䳬㿋䱺䟇㼅㽻㿋䶞

㼅䟇㞽

䱺㲽㬌䝂

㿋㞽㘄

䫐㳖㪸

䃵

㳖䋧䝂㞽

䱺㷢㿋䱺㽻䳬䟇㿋㼅㼅

㘄㿋㞽

䉢䯥㿋

䉢㞽㿋 䀻䱺䝂㩓䯥㽻 㞽㿋 㪸㳖䋵䲜㿋㽻 㩓㚇䝂䯥 㽻㼅㽻 䯥䝂㘄 䋵㿋㳖䳬㿋 㳖 䟇㼅䯥䀻䋵㿋 㘄䱺㳖㖶㿋㷢 㧩㩓䟇㘄 䋵㼅䲜㿋 㘄㞽㿋 䋵㿋䀻㿋䯥㽻㳖䱺䫐 䟇㘄㿋㚇㚇㼅䯥䀻 䝂䯥 䟇䯥䝂㪸 㪸㼅㘄㞽䝂㩓㘄 䋵㿋㳖䳬㼅䯥䀻 㳖 㬌㳖䱺䲜䶞

䃵 䟇㞽䝂䱺㘄 㘄㼅㬌㿋 䋵㳖㘄㿋䱺㷢 䝂䯥 㘄㞽㿋 䫐㿋䋵䋵䝂㪸 㬌㩓㽻 䱺䝂㳖㽻 䝂㩓㘄䟇㼅㽻㿋 㘄㞽㿋 㘄㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋 㳖㚇㚇㿋㳖䱺㿋㽻 㳖 䫐䝂㩓䯥䀻 㪸䝂㬌㳖䯥 㞽䝂䋵㽻㼅䯥䀻 㳖 㖶㞽㼅䋵㽻㷢 䱺㩓䟇㞽㼅䯥䀻 㘄䝂㪸㳖䱺㽻䟇 㘄㞽㿋 䉢㿋䯥 㜳㼅䯥䀻䟇 䉢㿋㬌㚇䋵㿋䶞䶞