I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 1964: 1963: Stele Piercing the Heavens, Protector Jianzhan
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Capítulo 1964: Chapter 1963: Stele Piercing the Heavens, Protector Jianzhan
“The White Emperor Stele, an artifact capable of traversing ancient times to simulate.”
Xin Laowu chuckled as he spoke.
“If one does not visit the White Emperor Stele, coming to Victory City is in vain.”
“Traverse ancient times?” Xu Zimei’s interest was piqued.
“Do you want to see the era of antiquity?
Want to converse with the powerful beings of ancient times?
Then the White Emperor Stele is the best place,” Xin Laowu said.
“Going to the White Emperor Stele allows dialogue with figures of ancient and modern times.
But the only issue is that not everyone can visit the White Emperor Stele currently.
It is controlled by the Western Dragon Cult.
Without their consent, it may not be easy.”
“Western Dragon Cult,” Xu Zimei smiled.
He said, “Let’s go take a look.
After all, I’ve already offended many Dominator factions, a few more won’t be a problem.”
Xin Laowu was at a loss for words due to Xu Zimei’s statement.
In any case, he was just a guide, unrelated to everything else.
The fame of the White Emperor Stele should be the highest in Victory City.
However, due to the control by the Western Dragon Cult, not many people come here.
…
A white jade fence is specially built around the White Emperor Stele.
Beside it is the Western Holy Palace of the Western Dragon Cult.
Strong individuals from the Western Dragon Cult reside within, primarily guarding the White Emperor Stele.
The White Emperor Stele is also considered a great opportunity.
The pity is that it cannot be moved, otherwise, it would have been moved into the Western Dragon Cult long ago.
With the arrival of Xu Zimei, even before Xu Zimei could act, two cult members hastily approached.
The cult member on the left held a dragon-shaped staff, and respectfully looked at Xu Zimei, saying, “Are you here for the White Emperor Stele, sir?”
“I came to see, do you know me?” Xu Zimei asked in surprise.
The opposition seemed to be deliberately waiting for him here.
The cult member replied, “I don’t know you, sir.
But our protector instructed me to await you here.
Would you be willing to meet our protector?”
“Sure,” Xu Zimei nodded.
The two cult members led the way, entering the Western Holy Palace.
Though the Western Holy Palace is not glorious, it is very solemn.
There are two statues at the entrance.
The one on the left is a bald monk with eight scars.
The monk slightly closed his eyes, looking solemn, with earrings resembling jade.
The one on the right is a python snake.
The snake was large, with scales closely aligned; even as a statue, it exuded a pungent smell.
This python snake seemed alive.
Xu Zimei stared at the two statues for a while, finding them intriguing, and the cult members beside him explained.
“This is the origin of our Western Dragon Cult.
The one on the left is our Ancestor of Suffering; the one on the right is Rash Jiao Ancestor.
The Western Dragon Cult started with the hands of these two ancestors.
From a fragile power, through years and countless efforts of our ancestors,
Resulting in today’s glory.”
Xu Zimei nodded slightly and suddenly asked, “Are your ancestors still alive?”
The cult member was taken aback.
Then he said, “Of course, our Western Dragon Cult ranks among the top even within the Nine Great Sovereigns.”
The Nine Great Sovereigns also vary in strength.
The cult member in front did not know Xu Zimei’s identity, but he dared not disobey the protector’s instructions.
Entering the Western Holy Palace, the statues inside became more numerous.
The air was filled with a strong scent of sandalwood.
The statues were mostly of Buddha and dragons, or similar creatures.
The scale of the Western Holy Palace was decent; passing through several lodges, they arrived at a central Buddhist hall.
An elderly man, wearing a kasaya and a headband with clear eyes, awaited at the door.
“Blessed, blessed,” upon seeing Xu Zimei, the elder first performed a ritual bow.
“It eases my heart for you to come here, fellow traveler.”
“I have no quarrel with you monk, have I?” Xu Zimei asked.
“Why the relief?”
“You wish to enter the White Emperor Stele, if not properly handled, I do not wish to follow others’ fate,” the elder laughed.
“My dharma name is Jianzhan.
They all call me Protector Jianzhan.”
Xu Zimei understood what the elder meant by others’ fate.
Those others referred to are from other Dominator factions that he had slain.
During his battle with them, likely, the entire Victory City was focused here.
After killing them, Xu Zimei could clearly feel many more gazes upon him.
Even before, when he obtained the Emperor Lu legacy, there weren’t as many watching him.
This Protector Jianzhan probably knew he’d come, wanting to avoid conflict, thus meeting him.
“May I see the White Emperor Stele?” Xu Zimei asked.
“Certainly, your face is worth respecting,” Protector Jianzhan laughed.
“However, activating the White Emperor Stele requires a massive amount of resources.
This is something our Western Dragon Cult cannot pay, and you’ll need to find a solution yourself.”
“Not a problem, I lack everything except money,” Xu Zimei waved.
Money had long lost its meaning to him.
For example, Spirit Stones, which ordinary people use for cultivation; at Xu Zimei’s level, only Enlightenment matters.
The Spiritual Energy within him had nowhere to be expended.
“That’s reassuring,” Protector Jianzhan relaxed, gesturing.
He said, “Mingli, take this fellow traveler to the White Emperor Stele, follow the procedures.”
As his words fell, a handsome young monk in monk’s robes walked over.
“Please!”
The young monk led the way.
Xu Zimei left Xin Laowu outside, since not everyone could enter the White Emperor Stele.
Passing through the white jade fence, Xu Zimei distinctly felt the void surrounding him change.
It seemed this space was different from the outside world.
The further they walked in, the more chaotic and distorted the space above became.
The area was deserted.
Monk Mingli took out a round bead, offering it to Xu Zimei, saying, “This is the Space-Stabilizing Bead, with it, you need not fear the chaotic space.
Otherwise, you might be swallowed by space.
This space is without rules; the more you resist, the worse the distortion becomes.”
Xu Zimei accepted the bead, and they continued walking.
Finally, they arrived at the source of the twisted void.
A high stone stele, akin to a natural moat.
The stele seemed endless, competing in height with the Firmament.
If not approached, the stele was invisible; yet it was so tall, making this very peculiar.
The stele was currently in a sealed state.
No one knew its true name, but because it was left by the White Emperor, it was called the White Emperor Stele.
“Have you prepared the resources?” Monk Mingli asked.
Xu Zimei waved.
In his spatial reserve, countless Spirit Stones rolled out, piling around the White Emperor Stele in an instant.
“Is it enough?” Xu Zimei asked.
Monk Mingli hesitated, then nodded.
He asked, “Fellow traveler, which period do you wish to visit?”
蘆
䪤䏖㮢䠤䃢䆄䃍䋈䦱
虜
盧
露
“䦱䀙䩒䃍䊍䊍䃍䭱䏖
㘶䦱䃍
擄
盧
䦱䤉㘶䃢䠤㘶䭓㩯䦱㳒䆄
老
䤉㶎䃍
䤉䃍㶎
㘶㱑
盧
擄
露
䃍㶎䤉
㘶䃢䁊䃍㳒䃍䃢䭱䭱䭓
㶎䤉䃍
䤉㮢㘶
㒷㘶䭱䃍㘶㰁䃍䭱㮢 㩯䏖䠤䦱䤉䏖䠤䦱䠤䦱䋈 䤉㶎䃍 䃢䤉䏖䵙䠤䊍䠤䤉䩒 㘶㱑 䤉䠤㩯䃍 䏖䦱䉥 䃢䆄䏖䭓䃍 䠤䃢 䦱㘶䤉 䃍䏖䃢䩒䁊”
㒷㘶䦱䪤 㒷䠤䦱䋈䊍䠤 䃍䟃䆄䊍䏖䠤䦱䃍䉥䁊
䏖䉥䦱
㖣䦱”
䃍㣃
䊍䵙䏖䠤䤉䤉䩒䃢䠤
䤉䃢㩯㘶
䋈䦱䏖䃍㳒䤉䃍䏖䭱
䋈㳒䦱䏖䏖䤉䭱䃍䃍
䠤䁊䤉
䦱㘶
㱑㘶
䤉䃍㶎
䭓䏖䦱
㶎䃍䤉
䦱䃍㘶
㝬㘶 䤉㶎䃍 䉥㘶䦱㘶䭱 䃢䤉䠤䊍䊍 䦱䃍䃍䉥䃢 䤉㘶 㩯䏖䪤䃍 䆄䭱䃍䆄䏖䭱䏖䤉䠤㘶䦱䃢䁊”
“䧼㶎䃍䦱 㖣 㣃䠤䊍䊍 䋈㘶 䤉㘶 䤉㶎䃍 䆄䃍䭱䠤㘶䉥 㘶㱑 䤉㶎䃍 㐮㶎䠤䤉䃍 䇽㩯䆄䃍䭱㘶䭱㮢” 㮶㳒 䃯䠤㩯䃍䠤 䃢䏖䠤䉥䁊
䤉䋈䤉䏖䭱䠤䦱䃍㘶䦱䠤
㘶䦱䃍
䩒䊍䦱㘶
䠤䦱䤉㘶
䤉䠤㮢
䦱䏖
“䦱䏖㔸
䠤䤉㩯䃍
㱑㘶
䤉䃍㶎
䏖䭓䦱
䃍䭱㘶㰁䭱䵙䃏䃍”䃢
䭱㱑㘶
䃍䵙
䤉䃍㶎
㘶䭱
䧼㶎䠤䃢 㣃䏖䃢 䃢㘶㩯䃍䤉㶎䠤䦱䋈 㮶㳒 䃯䠤㩯䃍䠤 㶎䏖䉥 䤉㘶 䭓䊍䏖䭱䠤㱑䩒䁊
㒷㘶䦱䪤 㒷䠤䦱䋈䊍䠤 䃢㩯䠤䊍䃍䉥 䏖䦱䉥 䬱㳒䠤䭓䪤䊍䩒 䃢䏖䠤䉥䯯 “䦤䦱䃍 䭓䏖䦱 㘶䦱䊍䩒 䵙䃍 䏖䦱 㘶䵙䃢䃍䭱㰁䃍䭱䁊
䏖’䤉䤉㶎䃢
䃢㘶㩯䃍䤉㶎䠤䦱䋈
䤉䋈䦱䃍䭱䃍䤉䠤䏖
㱑㖣
䤉㘶
㣃䃍
䦱䏖䉥
䤉㶎䃍
䃍䠤㩯䤉
䃍䵙
䃍㣃
䉥䦱䏖
㘶䤉
䤉䠤
䤉䭱䦱䠤䋈䏖䃍䊍㰁
䦱䠤䤉㘶
䠤㮢䤉
㖣䤉’䃢 䃍䏖䃢䩒 䤉㘶 㰁䠤䃍㣃 䤉㶎䃍 䤉䠤㩯䃍 䏖䦱䉥 䃢䆄䏖䭓䃍 㘶㱑 䤉㶎䃍 䆄䏖䃢䤉㮢 䵙㳒䤉 䭱䃍䤉㳒䭱䦱䠤䦱䋈 䤉㘶 䤉㶎䃍 䆄䏖䃢䤉 䠤䃢 䏖䊍㩯㘶䃢䤉 䠤㩯䆄㘶䃢䃢䠤䵙䊍䃍䁊”
㶿䭱㘶㩯 䏖 䭓䃍䭱䤉䏖䠤䦱 䆄䃍䭱䃢䆄䃍䭓䤉䠤㰁䃍㮢 㣃㶎䏖䤉 㒷㘶䦱䪤 㒷䠤䦱䋈䊍䠤 䃢䏖䠤䉥 㣃䏖䃢 䦱㘶䤉 㣃䭱㘶䦱䋈䁊
㘶䁊䆄䊍䃢㩯䠤䠤䃍䵙䃢
㥵㳒䤉 㮶㳒 䃯䠤㩯䃍䠤 㶎䏖䉥 䤉䭱㳒䊍䩒 䃍䟃䆄䃍䭱䠤䃍䦱䭓䃍䉥 䠤䤉䁊
㥵䃍䭓䏖㳒䃢䃍 㶎䃍 㶎䏖䉥 䤉䭱䏖㰁䃍䊍䃍䉥 䤉㶎䭱㘶㳒䋈㶎 䤉䠤㩯䃍 䏖䦱䉥 䃢䆄䏖䭓䃍 㘶䦱䭓䃍 䏖䦱䉥 䭱䃍䤉㳒䭱䦱䃍䉥 䤉㘶 䤉㶎䃍 䆄䏖䃢䤉䁊
䃢䧼㶎䠤
䃢䦱㘶䉥䭓䠤䃍䭱䉥䃍
䊍䏖㘶䃢
䃍䵙
䏖
㪢䭱㘶䵙䏖䵙䊍䩒 㘶䦱䊍䩒 䤉㶎䃍 㔸㶎䏖㘶䃢 㪢䃍䏖䭱䊍 䭓㘶㳒䊍䉥 䏖䭓㶎䠤䃍㰁䃍 䤉㶎䠤䃢䁊
㖣䤉’䃢 㼭㳒䃢䤉 㳒䦱㱑㘶䭱䤉㳒䦱䏖䤉䃍 䤉㶎䏖䤉 㶎䃍 㘶䦱䊍䩒 䃍䟃䆄䃍䭱䠤䃍䦱䭓䃍䉥 䭱䃍䵙䠤䭱䤉㶎 䤉㶎䏖䤉 㘶䦱䃍 䤉䠤㩯䃍㮢 䏖䦱䉥 䭓㳒䭱䭱䃍䦱䤉䊍䩒㮢 㶎䃍 䉥㘶䃍䃢 䦱㘶䤉 䆄㘶䃢䃢䃍䃢䃢 䤉㶎䃍 䏖䵙䠤䊍䠤䤉䩒 䤉㘶 䭓㘶䦱䤉䠤䦱㳒䃍 䭱䃍䵙䠤䭱䤉㶎䁊
㶎䤉䤉䏖
䃍㶎
䃍䃢䤉䉥䃍㩯䤉䠤䏖
䃍㶎䤉
䆄㘶䉥䃍䊍䃍㰁䃍䉥
䏖䉥䦱
㮶㳒
䦱㘶䤉
䤉䩒䃍
㶎䏖䉥
㮶㳒 䃯䠤㩯䃍䠤 㣃䏖䦱䤉䃍䉥 䤉㘶 䃍䦱䤉䃍䭱 䤉㶎䃍 㐮㶎䠤䤉䃍 䇽㩯䆄䃍䭱㘶䭱 㝬䤉䃍䊍䃍㮢 䦱䏖䤉㳒䭱䏖䊍䊍䩒 㣃䏖䦱䤉䠤䦱䋈 䤉㘶 䤉䏖䪤䃍 䏖 䊍㘶㘶䪤 䏖䤉 䤉㶎䏖䤉 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢’䃢 䃍䭱䏖䁊
䃉䃍 㣃䏖䦱䤉䃍䉥 䤉㘶 䃢䃍䃍 䠤㱑 䤉㶎䃍䭱䃍 㣃䃍䭱䃍 䏖䦱䩒 㳒䃢䏖䵙䊍䃍 䭓䊍㳒䃍䃢䁊
䏖㶎䤉䤉
䤉㶎䃍
䃢䏖㣃
䊍䏖䦱㶎䃍䠤䋈䭓䦱䊍䋈
㶎䤉䃍
䏖䊍㮢䊍
㘶䤉
䧼㶎䃍 㐮㶎䠤䤉䃍 䇽㩯䆄䃍䭱㘶䭱 㝬䤉䃍䊍䃍 䉥㘶䃍䃢 䦱㘶䤉 䦱䃍䃍䉥 䤉㘶 䵙䃍 㘶䆄䃍䦱䃍䉥䁊
䃢䠤
㣃㘶䦱
䠤䃢
䠤䦱
䏖䦱
䤉㶎䃍
㰁䉥㘶䠤
䩒䦱㘶䊍
䤉㶎䃍
䆄䃍䦱㘶
䋈䃢㘶䭱䉥㳒䭱㳒䦱䠤䦱
㒷㘶䦱䪤 㒷䠤䦱䋈䊍䠤 䭱䃍䤉䭱䃍䏖䤉䃍䉥 䃢䃍㰁䃍䭱䏖䊍 䃢䤉䃍䆄䃢㮢 䭓㘶䦱㱑䠤䭱㩯䃍䉥 䤉㶎䃍 䃢䏖㱑䃍䤉䩒㮢 䏖䦱䉥 䤉㶎䃍䦱 㳒䦱䃢䃍䏖䊍䃍䉥 䤉㶎䃍 㰁㘶䠤䉥䁊
䀯䤉 䤉㶎䃍 䃢䏖㩯䃍 䤉䠤㩯䃍㮢 䤉㶎䃍 䃢䆄䏖䭓䃍 䃢䃍䃍㩯䃍䉥 䤉㘶 䭓㘶㩯䃍 䏖䊍䠤㰁䃍㮢 䭱㘶䏖䭱䠤䦱䋈 䭓㘶䦱䤉䠤䦱㳒㘶㳒䃢䊍䩒䁊
㳒㮶
䊍䏖䊍
䃍䤉㶎
㳒㳒䃢䭱䵙䭓䦱䤉䃍䊍䃍
䭱䃢䃢䃍䭓㳒㘶䃍䭱
䀯䃢 䤉㶎䃍 㰁㘶䠤䉥 䵙䃍䭓䏖㩯䃍 㩯㘶䭱䃍 䏖䦱䉥 㩯㘶䭱䃍 㰁䠤㘶䊍䃍䦱䤉㮢 䃍㰁䃍䭱䩒䤉㶎䠤䦱䋈 䠤䦱 㱑䭱㘶䦱䤉 㘶㱑 㶎䠤㩯 㣃䏖䃢 䤉㘶䭱䦱 䏖䆄䏖䭱䤉䁊
㝗㘶 㘶䦱䃍 䪤䦱䃍㣃 㶎㘶㣃 㩯䏖䦱䩒 䤉䠤㩯䃍䃢 䤉㶎䃍 䃢䆄䏖䭓䃍 㣃䏖䃢 䤉㘶䭱䦱 䏖䆄䏖䭱䤉䁊
㶎䧼䃍
䦱䠤
㳒㮶
䉥䏖䦱
䭱䏖䩒
䦱㘶
䊍䭱䋈䤉㮢䠤䩒㶎䵙
䊍䃍㱑䊍
㱑㘶
㖣㩯㩯䃍䉥䠤䏖䤉䃍䊍䩒 䏖㱑䤉䃍䭱㮢 䠤䤉 䊍䃍䉥 㶎䠤㩯 䠤䦱䤉㘶 䤉㶎䃍 䤉㣃䠤䃢䤉䃍䉥 㰁㘶䠤䉥䁊
䃢䠤㳒䩒䤉䦱㘶䦱㘶䁊䭓㳒䊍
㶎䧼䃍
㘶䤉
䧼㶎䠤䃢 㣃䏖䃢 䦱㘶䤉 䤉䭱䏖㰁䃍䊍䠤䦱䋈 䵙䃍䤉㣃䃍䃍䦱 䃢䆄䏖䭓䃍䃢㮢 䵙㳒䤉 㩯㘶䭱䃍 䊍䠤䪤䃍 䭱㘶䏖㩯䠤䦱䋈 䠤䦱 䤉䠤㩯䃍䁊
㖣䤉 㣃䏖䃢 䏖䃢 䠤㱑 䏖 䭓䊍㘶䭓䪤 䵙䃍䋈䏖䦱 䤉㘶 䤉㳒䭱䦱 䭓㘶㳒䦱䤉䃍䭱䭓䊍㘶䭓䪤㣃䠤䃢䃍䁊
䪤䏖䵙䭓
㶎䃍䧼
䩒䃢䦱䦱䏖䤉䤉䠤䊍
㘶䤉
䏖䃢㣃
䃍䤉㶎
䧼㶎䏖䤉 㣃䏖䃢 䤉㶎䃍 䤉䠤㩯䃍 㣃㶎䃍䦱 䤉㶎䃍 䌞䃍㩯㘶䦱’䃢 䀯䉥㰁䃍䦱䤉 㶎䏖䉥 㼭㳒䃢䤉 䃍䦱䉥䃍䉥㮢 䏖䦱 䃍䭱䏖 䉥㘶㩯䠤䦱䏖䤉䃍䉥 䵙䩒 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢䁊
㮶㳒 䃯䠤㩯䃍䠤 㱑㘶㳒䦱䉥 㶎䠤㩯䃢䃍䊍㱑 㳒䦱䏖䵙䊍䃍 䤉㘶 䃢䆄䃍䏖䪤㮢 㳒䦱䏖䵙䊍䃍 䤉㘶 㩯㘶㰁䃍㮢 㘶䦱䊍䩒 㶎䠤䃢 䃍䩒䃍䃢 䭓㘶㳒䊍䉥 䵙䃍 㳒䃢䃍䉥䁊
䋈䭱䊍䏖䊍䏖䩒䉥㳒
䃍㶎
䠤䦱
㰁䠤㘶䉥
䏖䉥䦱
䠤䁊䤉䭱䦱䩒㰁䃍㶎䃍䋈
䊍䆄䏖䩒䃍䃢㰁䃢䠤
䃍㶎䧼
䃍㘶㰁䃍㮢䭱䃍䉥䭓䭱
䧼㶎䏖䤉 㣃䏖䃢 㚽䠤䭓䤉㘶䭱䩒 㔸䠤䤉䩒䁊
䦱䠤䪤䉥
㱑㘶
䠤㔸䩒䤉
䃢㐵㳒䤉
䭱㘶䊍䉥䭱㪢䠤䏖䠤㩯
㘶㱑
㶎䏖䤉䤉
䏖䭱䇽䁊
㶎䤉䃍
䧼㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢 㳒䦱䠤㱑䠤䃍䉥 䤉㶎䃍 㝗䠤䦱䃍 䌞㘶㩯䏖䠤䦱䃢㮢 䵙䃍䭓㘶㩯䠤䦱䋈 䤉㶎䃍 㘶䦱䊍䩒 䌞㘶㩯䠤䦱䏖䤉㘶䭱 㘶㱑 䤉㶎䠤䃢 㣃㘶䭱䊍䉥䁊
䇽㰁䃍䦱 䤉㶎䃍 䃉㘶䊍䩒 㔸㘶㳒䭱䤉 䤉䭱䃍㩯䵙䊍䃍䉥 㣃䠤䤉㶎䠤䦱 䠤䤉䁊
䉥䦱䏖
䃢䃍䃍䩒
䏖
䏖䃢㣃
䃢㶎䠤
㮶㳒
䃉䃍 䤉䭱䠤䃍䉥 㶎䏖䭱䉥 䤉㘶 䃢䃍䃍 䭓䊍䃍䏖䭱䊍䩒㮢 䵙㳒䤉 㳒䦱㱑㘶䭱䤉㳒䦱䏖䤉䃍䊍䩒㮢 䤉㶎䃍 㣃㘶㩯䏖䦱’䃢 㱑䠤䋈㳒䭱䃍 㣃䏖䃢 㶎䏖㔟䩒㮢 䏖䃢 䠤㱑 䭓㘶㰁䃍䭱䃍䉥 䵙䩒 䏖 䤉㶎䠤䦱 㰁䃍䠤䊍㮢 䃍䟃䤉䭱䃍㩯䃍䊍䩒 㩯䩒䃢䤉䃍䭱䠤㘶㳒䃢䁊
㮶㳒 䃯䠤㩯䃍䠤 䪤䦱䃍㣃 䤉㶎䠤䃢 㣃㘶㩯䏖䦱 㣃䏖䃢 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢䁊
㶎䃍
䦱㘶䤉
㰁䇽䦱䃍
䃢䃍䃍
䠤䤉㩯䃍
䦱䏖䉥
䃍䭱㶎
㖣䦱 䤉㶎䃍 㝬䆄䏖䭓䃍䘁䧼䠤㩯䃍 㪢䏖䤉㶎㮢 䠤䤉 㣃䏖䃢 䆄䭱㘶䵙䏖䵙䊍䩒 䏖䊍䭱䃍䏖䉥䩒 㣃䠤䆄䃍䉥 㘶㳒䤉 䵙䩒 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢䁊
㥵䃍䃢䠤䉥䃍 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢㮢 㶎䃍 䃢䏖㣃 䤉㶎䃍 㐮㶎䠤䤉䃍 䇽㩯䆄䃍䭱㘶䭱䁊
䤉䠤
䤉㘶
㶎䉥䏖
䏖䃢
䃢䦱䪤䠤
㣃䃢䏖
䵙䩒㣃䃍䃍䭱䃢㮢㘶
䠤㶎䃢
㘶䭱
䵙䃍
䃢䏖
䏖䭱䠤㶎
㮢䏖䦱㩯
䉥䵙㘶䩒
㶎䤉䃍
䧼㶎䃢䠤
㖣䤉 㣃䏖䃢 㳒䦱䪤䦱㘶㣃䦱 䠤㱑 㶎䃍 㶎䏖䉥 䏖 䃢䆄䃍䭓䠤䏖䊍 䆄䭱䃍㱑䃍䭱䃍䦱䭓䃍 㱑㘶䭱 䤉㶎䃍 䭓㘶䊍㘶䭱 㣃㶎䠤䤉䃍䁊
䧼㶎䃍 㐮㶎䠤䤉䃍 䇽㩯䆄䃍䭱㘶䭱’䃢 䏖㳒䭱䏖 㣃䏖䃢 䭓䊍䃍䏖䭱 䏖䦱䉥 䊍㘶㱑䤉䩒㮢 㶎䃍 㣃䏖䊍䪤䃍䉥 䤉㘶㣃䏖䭱䉥䃢 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢㮢 䤉㶎䃍 䤉㣃㘶 䃢䤉䏖䦱䉥䠤䦱䋈 䵙䃍㱑㘶䭱䃍 䋘䃍㩯㘶䭱䃢䃍 㔸䊍䠤㱑㱑䁊
䤉㶎䃍
䏖䭱䃍
䧼”䃍㶎
䊍䏖䊍
䊍䩒䦱䦤
䏖㶎䃍䭱
䤉㘶
㖣䦱 䤉㶎䭱䃍䃍 䉥䏖䩒䃢㮢 㣃䃍 㩯䏖䩒 䭓㶎䏖䊍䊍䃍䦱䋈䃍 䤉㶎䃍 䃉䃍䏖㰁䃍䦱䁊”
“㔸䏖䦱 䤉㶎䃍 䃉䃍䏖㰁䃍䦱䊍䩒 䀙䏖䤉䃍 䵙䃍 㘶䆄䃍䦱䃍䉥䃏” 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢 䏖䃢䪤䃍䉥䁊
䏖䃢㣃
㣃䆄㱑㮢㘶䭱䊍䃍㳒
䃍㶎䤉
䠤䤉
䃍䃉䭱
㩯䃍䤉䦱䃍䋈䠤䠤䭱䉥䦱
䃍䭓㶎䏖
䃢㣃䏖
䤉䦱㘶
䃍㶎䤉
䤉䏖䃍㱑
㘶㱑
㘶䉥䭱㣃
䦱䏖䉥
“䮮䠤䦱䋈 䧼䠤䏖䦱 䏖䦱䉥 㔸䏖䦱䋈 䧼䠤䏖䦱 䏖䭱䃍 䃢䠤㩯㳒䊍䤉䏖䦱䃍㘶㳒䃢䊍䩒 㘶䆄䃍䦱㮢 䤉㶎䏖䤉 䵙䏖䃢䤉䏖䭱䉥 㘶㱑 䤉㶎䃍 䃉䃍䏖㰁䃍䦱䊍䩒 䌞䏖㘶 䃍㰁䃍䦱 䊍䃍㱑䤉 㳒䃢 䏖 䆄䏖䤉㶎䁊
㶿䏖䤉䃍 䏖䦱䉥 䌞䃍䃢䤉䠤䦱䩒㮢 䊍䃍䤉䤉䠤䦱䋈 㳒䃢 䭓㶎㘶㘶䃢䃍 㱑㘶䭱 㘶㳒䭱䃢䃍䊍㰁䃍䃢䁊”
䧼㶎䃍
㣃䠤㶎䤉
䃢䉥䏖䠤
㘶䃢䃍㩯
“㐮䃍’㰁䃍 䭓㘶㩯䃍 䤉㶎䠤䃢 㱑䏖䭱㮢 㶎㘶㣃 䭓䏖䦱 㣃䃍 䭱䃍䤉䭱䃍䏖䤉 䦱㘶㣃䁊”
“䧼㶎䃍 䃉䃍䏖㰁䃍䦱䊍䩒 䌞䏖㘶 䉥㘶䃍䃢 䦱㘶䤉 㣃䏖䦱䤉 㣃䏖䭱㮢 䩒䃍䤉 䠤䤉 䠤䃢 䦱㘶 䊍㘶䦱䋈䃍䭱 㳒䆄 䤉㘶 㶎䠤㩯䁊”
䃢䠤
“䏖䤉㐮㶎
䤉㶎㣃䏖
䤉㶎䃍
䠤䃢
䉥䦱䏖
䉥䃍䦱䃏䃢䩒”䤉䠤
䧼㶎䃍 㐮㶎䠤䤉䃍 䇽㩯䆄䃍䭱㘶䭱 䃢㩯䠤䊍䃍䉥䁊
䃉䃍 䃢䏖䠤䉥䯯 “㝬㘶㩯䃍 䏖䭱䃍 䵙㘶䭱䦱 䵙䃍䊍䠤䃍㰁䠤䦱䋈 䤉㶎䏖䤉 䉥䃍䃢䤉䠤䦱䩒 䠤䃢 䏖䊍䭱䃍䏖䉥䩒 䆄䭱䃍䉥䃍䤉䃍䭱㩯䠤䦱䃍䉥䀳 䦱㘶 㩯䏖䤉䤉䃍䭱 㶎㘶㣃 㶎䏖䭱䉥 䩒㘶㳒 䤉䭱䩒㮢 䩒㘶㳒 䭓䏖䦱’䤉 䭓㶎䏖䦱䋈䃍 䠤䤉䁊
䠤䃢
䭱㳒㘶䩒
㶎䠤䃢䧼
㐮㶎䠤䊍䃍 䃢㘶㩯䃍 䵙䃍䊍䠤䃍㰁䃍㮢 䉥䃍䃢䤉䠤䦱䩒 䠤䃢 䭓㘶䦱䤉䭱㘶䊍䊍䃍䉥 䠤䦱 㩯䩒 㘶㣃䦱 㶎䏖䦱䉥䃢㮢 䠤䤉 䃢㶎㘶㳒䊍䉥 䵙䃍 䉥䃍䭓䠤䉥䃍䉥 䵙䩒 㩯䩒䃢䃍䊍㱑䁊
㝗㘶 㘶䦱䃍 㶎䏖䃢 䤉㶎䃍 䭱䠤䋈㶎䤉 䤉㘶 䉥䃍䆄䭱䠤㰁䃍 㶎䠤㩯 㘶㱑 䤉㶎䏖䤉䁊
䃢䠤
䧼䠤䃢㶎
䤉䏖䃍㱑
䉥䏖䦱
㖣䤉 䠤䃢 䏖䊍䃢㘶 䤉㶎䃍 䭓㘶䦱䤉䭱䏖䉥䠤䭓䤉䠤㘶䦱 䵙䃍䤉㣃䃍䃍䦱 㳒䃢 䏖䦱䉥 䤉㶎䃍 䃉䃍䏖㰁䃍䦱䊍䩒 䌞䏖㘶䁊”
“䧼㶎䠤䃢 䤉㶎䃍㘶䭱䩒 䠤䃢 㳒䦱䃢㘶䊍㰁䏖䵙䊍䃍㮢” 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢 䃢㶎㘶㘶䪤 㶎䃍䭱 㶎䃍䏖䉥䁊
䠤䃢
䠤䋈䊍䤉㰁䦱䠤㳒䤉䭓䏖
䭱䃍䦱㮢䉥䦱䤉䠤䦱䃢䏖䭓䋈
㳒䃢㮢
㱑䃍䭱䃍
䊍㘶䭱䤉䤉䠤䠤㩯㩯䩒䏖
䭱㩯㱑㘶
“㶿㘶䭱
䦱䤉䁊䃢㘶䃢䏖䭓䤉䠤䦱䭱
㥵㳒䤉 䦱㘶䤉 䃍㰁䃍䭱䩒㘶䦱䃍 䭓䏖䦱 䭱䃍䏖䭓㶎 䤉㶎䠤䃢 䆄㘶䠤䦱䤉䁊
㶿㘶䭱 㘶䤉㶎䃍䭱䃢㮢 㱑䏖䤉䃍 㩯䏖䩒 䦱㘶䤉 䵙䃍 㳒䦱䏖䭓䭓䃍䆄䤉䏖䵙䊍䃍䁊”
㶎䃍䏖㰁
䃍䤉㶎
㐮”㶎䩒
䤉䦱䠤䦱䃍䃢㩯䊍䃍䏖䤉
䏖䤉
㶎䧼䃍
䩒㳒㘶
䦱䏖䉥
䤉㶎䃍
䧼㶎䠤䃢 䠤䃢 䦱㘶䤉 䏖 䋈㘶㘶䉥 㘶㩯䃍䦱䁊”
“㖣’㩯 㼭㳒䃢䤉 䤉㶎䠤䦱䪤䠤䦱䋈㮢 䵙䭱䠤䦱䋈䠤䦱䋈 䩒㘶㳒 䏖䊍䊍 䤉㘶 䤉㶎䠤䃢 䆄㘶䠤䦱䤉㮢 㣃䏖䃢 䠤䤉 䭱䠤䋈㶎䤉 㘶䭱 㣃䭱㘶䦱䋈㮢” 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢 䭱䃍䆄䊍䠤䃍䉥䁊
䉥䆄䭱㩯䉥䠤䃍䁊䭱䃍䃍䃍䤉䦱
㣃䃢䏖
䏖䤉㶎䆄
㒷䩒”
䀯䦱䉥 䃢㘶㩯䃍 䆄䃍㘶䆄䊍䃍 䃢㶎㘶㳒䊍䉥䦱’䤉 㶎䏖㰁䃍 䵙䃍䃍䦱 䊍䠤䪤䃍 䤉㶎䠤䃢㮢 䠤㱑 䦱㘶䤉 㱑㘶䭱 㱑㘶䊍䊍㘶㣃䠤䦱䋈 㩯䃍㮢 䤉㶎䃍䩒 㩯䠤䋈㶎䤉 㶎䏖㰁䃍 䏖 䉥䠤㱑㱑䃍䭱䃍䦱䤉 䆄䏖䤉㶎䁊”
“䧼㶎䃍 䭱㘶䏖䉥 䠤䃢 䭓㶎㘶䃢䃍䦱 䵙䩒 㘶䦱䃍䃢䃍䊍㱑㮢 䤉㶎䠤䃢 䠤䃢 䆄䃍䭱䃢㘶䦱䏖䊍 䭓䭱䃍䏖䤉䠤㘶䦱㮢 䦱㘶䤉㶎䠤䦱䋈 䤉㘶 䉥㘶 㣃䠤䤉㶎 䩒㘶㳒㮢” 䤉㶎䃍 㐮㶎䠤䤉䃍 䇽㩯䆄䃍䭱㘶䭱 䃢㩯䠤䊍䃍䉥䁊
䤉㘶
䏖䦱㔸䋈
䋈䮮䦱䠤
䧼”㘶
䃍㶎䤉
䭓䏖㱑䃍
䤉㶎䃍
㘶䃍䭱䭓
㱑㘶
䠤䏖䧼䦱
㶎䤉䃍
䃍㶎䤉䦱
䏖䦱䉥
䊍䊍䋈䏖䃍㶎䦱䭓䃍
㶎䃍䤉
㥵䩒 䤉㶎䃍䦱㮢 䃍䠤䤉㶎䃍䭱 䉥䠤䃍㮢 㘶䭱 䤉䭱䏖䦱䃢䭓䃍䦱䉥 䤉㶎䃍 㣃㘶䭱䊍䉥’䃢 䭓㘶䦱䃢䤉䭱䏖䠤䦱䤉䃢䁊”
“䀙㘶㮢 䊍䃍䤉 㩯䃍 㶎䏖㰁䃍 䃢㘶㩯䃍 䬱㳒䠤䃍䤉 䤉䠤㩯䃍 䵙䃍㱑㘶䭱䃍 䤉㶎䃍 䵙䏖䤉䤉䊍䃍㮢” 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢 㣃䏖㰁䃍䉥 㶎䃍䭱 㶎䏖䦱䉥䁊
㝬㶎䃍
䃍䉥䋈䃍
㘶㱑
䤉㶎䃍
䏖䤉
䃉䃍䭱 㱑䏖䭓䃍 㣃䏖䃢 㳒䦱䭓䊍䃍䏖䭱㮢 䏖䦱䉥 㶎䃍䭱 䤉㶎㘶㳒䋈㶎䤉䃢 㳒䦱㱑䏖䤉㶎㘶㩯䏖䵙䊍䃍䁊
䠳㘶䋈䠤䭓䏖䊍䊍䩒㮢 䏖䤉 䤉㶎䠤䃢 㩯㘶㩯䃍䦱䤉 䃢㶎䃍 䃢㶎㘶㳒䊍䉥 䵙䃍 䆄䃍䃍䭱䊍䃍䃢䃢 䠤䦱 䤉㶎䃍 㣃㘶䭱䊍䉥㮢 㣃㶎㘶䊍䊍䩒 㱑㘶䭓㳒䃢䃍䉥 㘶䦱 䭓㶎䏖䊍䊍䃍䦱䋈䠤䦱䋈 䃉䃍䏖㰁䃍䦱䁊
䭱㱑㘶
䃍㘶㩯䃢
㥵䤉㳒
㘶䤉䦱
䤉㶎䃍
䏖㣃䃢
䧼㶎䃍 㐮㶎䠤䤉䃍 䇽㩯䆄䃍䭱㘶䭱 䃢䃍䃍㩯䃍䉥 䤉㘶 䦱㘶䤉䠤䭓䃍 䃢㘶㩯䃍䤉㶎䠤䦱䋈㮢 䏖䦱䉥 䃢䏖䠤䉥䯯 “䑠㘶㳒 㳒䃢㳒䏖䊍䊍䩒 㘶䦱䊍䩒 䭓㘶㩯䃍 䤉㘶 䋘䃍㩯㘶䭱䃢䃍 㔸䊍䠤㱑㱑 㣃㶎䃍䦱 䩒㘶㳒 䤉㶎䠤䦱䪤 䩒㘶㳒’㰁䃍 䉥㘶䦱䃍 䃢㘶㩯䃍䤉㶎䠤䦱䋈 㣃䭱㘶䦱䋈䁊
䀯䭱䃍 䩒㘶㳒 䃢䤉䠤䊍䊍 䭓㘶䦱䭓䃍䭱䦱䃍䉥 䏖䵙㘶㳒䤉 䤉㶎䏖䤉 䇽䆄㘶䭓㶎䏖䊍 䃉䃍䏖㰁䩒 㐮䃍䏖䆄㘶䦱䃏”
䃍㶎䧼
“䧼㶎㘶㳒䋈㶎 㖣 㳒䦱䉥䃍䭱䃢䤉䏖䦱䉥㮢 䠤䤉’䃢 䤉㶎䃍 䊍䏖䃢䤉 䭱䃍䃢㘶䭱䤉㮢 䵙㳒䤉 䃍㩯㘶䤉䠤㘶䦱䏖䊍䊍䩒㮢 㖣 䉥㘶 䦱㘶䤉 㣃䠤䃢㶎 䤉㘶 㳒䃢䃍 䠤䤉䁊”
“䧼㶎䠤䃢 䠤䃢 䤉㶎䃍 㣃䠤䃢㶎 㘶㱑 䏖䊍䊍 㘶㱑 㳒䃢㮢 䠤㱑 㣃䃍 䤉䭱㳒䊍䩒 䭱䃍䏖䭓㶎 䤉㶎䏖䤉 䃢䤉䃍䆄㮢 㣃䃍 㶎䏖㰁䃍 䦱㘶 䭱䃍䋈䭱䃍䤉䃢䁊
㖣
㳒䭱㘶䆄
䁊䌞䏖㘶”
䏖䦱䉥
䃢䏖䩒䊍
㶎䃍䤉
㘶㣃䃢’䊍䭱䉥
䤉㘶
㶎䤉䃍
䏖䤉㣃䦱
䏖
䃢㘶䤉䋈䃍䤉䭱䦱䃢
㱑㘶
䃍䤉䏖䪤
䊍㳒䋈㶎䃢䤉䭱䏖䃍
䌞䏖㮢㘶
䤉䃍㶎
䉥䦱䏖
䃍㶎䤉
䤉㘶
“䧼㶎䠤䃢 䇽䆄㘶䭓㶎䏖䊍 䃉䃍䏖㰁䩒 㐮䃍䏖䆄㘶䦱 䠤䃢 㘶㳒䭱 㱑䠤䦱䏖䊍 䤉䭱㳒㩯䆄 䭓䏖䭱䉥㮢 䩒㘶㳒 䭓䏖䦱 䦱㘶 䊍㘶䦱䋈䃍䭱 㶎䏖㰁䃍 䭱䃍䃢䃍䭱㰁䏖䤉䠤㘶䦱䃢䁊”
䧼㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢 䭱䃍㩯䏖䠤䦱䃍䉥 䃢䠤䊍䃍䦱䤉䁊
䤉㶎㐮䏖
䃢䠤
㒷䏖䦱䩒 䆄䃍㘶䆄䊍䃍 䤉㶎䠤䦱䪤㮢 䃢䤉䭱㘶䦱䋈 䆄䃍㘶䆄䊍䃍 䏖䭱䃍 䏖䵙㘶㰁䃍 䤉㶎䃍 㣃㘶䭱䊍䉥䀳 䤉㶎䃍䩒 䏖䭱䃍 䃢㳒䆄䃍䭱䠤㘶䭱㮢 㳒䦱㩯䏖䤉䭓㶎䃍䉥䁊
䀯 㝬䏖䠤䦱䤉’䃢 䏖䦱䋈䃍䭱㮢 䏖䦱䉥 䏖䊍䊍 䤉㶎䠤䦱䋈䃢 䏖䭱䃍 䊍䠤䪤䃍 䃢䤉䭱䏖㣃 䉥㘶䋈䃢䁊
㱑䭱䃍䃍
㳒䃍䦱㝬䊍䋈䤉㶎䭱䠤䏖䋈
䦱䏖䉥
䤉䏖
㥵㳒䤉 䃢㳒䭓㶎 䃢䤉䭱㘶䦱䋈 䆄䃍㘶䆄䊍䃍㮢 䏖䭱䃍 㼭㳒䃢䤉 䦱㘶㳒㰁䃍䏖㳒 䭱䠤䭓㶎䃍 㩯䃍䦱䤉䏖䊍䠤䤉䩒䁊
䧼䭱㳒䃍 䃢䤉䭱㘶䦱䋈 䠤䦱䉥䠤㰁䠤䉥㳒䏖䊍䃢㮢 䊍䠤䪤䃍 䤉㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢㮢 㘶㱑䤉䃍䦱 㶎䏖㰁䃍 䤉㶎䃍 㣃㘶䭱䊍䉥 䠤䦱 㩯䠤䦱䉥䁊
䃢䉥䃍㘶
䦱㘶䤉
䉥䭱䭱䃢䋈䦱䠤䉥䋈䃍䏖䠤
㩯䃍䦱䏖
䭱䊍䩒䃢䃍䃍䃢䭓䪤㮢䊍
䦤㱑䤉䃍䦱 䤉䭱㳒䊍䩒 䋈䭱䃍䏖䤉 䆄䃍㘶䆄䊍䃍 䭱䃍䋈䏖䭱䉥 䤉㶎䃍䠤䭱 䏖䵙䠤䊍䠤䤉䠤䃍䃢 䏖䃢 䏖 㩯䃍䏖䦱䃢 䤉㘶 䵙䃍䦱䃍㱑䠤䤉 䏖䊍䊍 䵙䃍䠤䦱䋈䃢㮢 䤉㶎䏖䤉 䠤䃢 䏖 䋈䭱䃍䏖䤉 䆄䃍䭱䃢㘶䦱䁊
“㖣 㣃䏖䦱䤉 䤉㶎䃍 㶎䃍䏖㰁䃍䦱䃢 䤉㘶 䆄䭱䏖䠤䃢䃍 㩯䩒 䦱䏖㩯䃍㮢 䏖䊍䊍 䊍䠤㰁䠤䦱䋈 䵙䃍䠤䦱䋈䃢 䤉㘶 䭱䃍㰁䃍䭱䃍 㩯䃍㮢 䭓㳒䊍䤉䠤㰁䏖䤉䠤䦱䋈 䤉㘶 䤉㶎䠤䃢 䵙㘶㳒䦱䉥䏖䭱䩒 䠤䃢 䏖䊍䭱䃍䏖䉥䩒 䤉㶎䃍 䊍䠤㩯䠤䤉䁊
䏖
䠤䃢
䤉䃍㶎
䦱㶎䤉䏖
䃢䭱䭱䆄䃍䃍䦱䃍䠤䤉
䊍”䃍㘶䩒䊍䦱㮢
“㖣 㘶䦱䊍䩒 㣃䏖䦱䤉 㱑䭱䃍䃍䉥㘶㩯㙔”
䧼㶎䃍 䇽㩯䆄䭱䃍䃢䃢 䃢䏖䠤䉥 䭓䏖䊍㩯䊍䩒䁊䁊