Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1665: Chapter 895: The Three Immortals Guarding the World

The Netherworld has Nine Heavens, in order: Dark Sky, Divine Palace Heaven, Near Heaven, Longevity Heaven, Constant Sun Heaven, Measuring Calamity Heaven, Forgotten Heaven, Daluo Heaven, and Outer Heaven where the Taoist Ancestor resides (Eternal Heaven).

However, throughout ancient times, the countless Scripture Scrolls and ancient books within the Taiyi Spirit Realm scarcely have any true records about the Fourth Longevity Heaven, only endless beautiful imaginations and conjectures from predecessors.

So, what is the true nature of Longevity Heaven?

At the moment Zhao Sheng boldly crashed into the Candle Dragon’s body, a light “Eh” suddenly came from within the legendary Longevity Heaven.

This place is a verdant prairie with green grass and blooming flowers, a clear and transparent lake situated in the center.

There are two figures suspended over the lake, both quietly looking down at the water below.

The sound of “Eh” had just emerged from the person on the right; this person with black hair and bare feet, and a stately appearance, was sitting cross-legged on an old turtle the size of a millstone.

The old turtle’s head and horns were prominent, resembling a Dragon Serpent, with deep emerald eyes that seemed to see through all worldly matters, full of indescribable wisdom.

On the other side of the lake was a compassionate and kind-looking bald old man, corpulent, wearing a plain white Daoist robe with nine scars on his head, appearing to be neither sage nor monk, indeed very peculiar.

People find it hard to imagine that the legendary Longevity Heaven would be a prairie.

No, here is merely one corner of Longevity Heaven, and it was transformed by the mind of a certain Immortal Venerable.

“Eh, that little fellow is quite extraordinary, don’t you think, Void Storage?” The person sitting on the old turtle looked at the lake surface and suddenly spoke.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng, Li Changxue, Zhao Xuanjing, and others were completely unaware that their every move was wholly displayed on the exceedingly clear water surface, even the scenes of chaos within the Present World Divine Continent were reflected one by one.

The bald old Daoist looked indifferent, suddenly raising his hand to chant, “Incalculable World Venerable! This child has predestined affinity with my sect. I shall personally lead him into the sect.”

Wu Naji, upon hearing these words, immediately erupted with rage: “Nonsense! Old bald donkey, do you even know whose territory this is? This child is from the Ten Lands Zhao Clan, clearly a Direct Lineage disciple of my Spirit-controlling Immortal Sect, and you Supreme Sect want to snatch him away, I will never agree!”

Wu Naji, as the True Immortal guarding the Spirit-controlling Immortal Sect, naturally couldn’t stand idly by and watch a True Immortal embryo being taken away by the Supreme Sect’s old bald donkey.

Void Storage had exceedingly thick skin, not at all arguing with Wu Manzi, but became more engrossed in watching the battle in the Lower Realm.

He found it cumbersome to utter a word, which in turn excited Wu Naji.

Quite uninteresting.

In the last sixty Meeting Element, only five True Immortal guardians stationed in the Taiyi Spirit Realm in total.

After so many years, they were long familiar beyond measure with each other.

Among the five True Immortals, Wu Naji particularly looked down upon this one claimed to be the “Wisdom Incarnation” Bodhisattva Void Storage.

Just as shameless as his grand disciple, full of hypocrisy!

“Old bald donkey, your grand disciple couldn’t even hold out for half a cup of tea before fleeing pathetically. Ha-ha… really useless!” Wu Naji mocked the pitiable escape by Great Master Pu Du.

Back then, Void Storage personally enlightened Pu Du Arhat, leading him into the Supreme Sect, which has only culminated into a Tribulation Crossing Realm Venerable Buddha-Dao dual cultivator after tens of thousands of years.

Great Master Pu Du was not as pitiful as Nanji Immortal Venerable claimed; he merely came to assist and not fight Yinglong to the death, hence his “defeat and retreat.”

Void Storage nodded slightly, eyes slightly grave, suddenly saying, “The Zhao Clan first had Xiang Long, then the two of Red Moon Heavenly Fortune, and now they’re joined by a youth Venerable defying Tribulation Crossing. The fortune of this clan is so deep; is it a blessing or curse for this realm?”

Wu Naji laughed: “Ha-ha, Void Storage are you envious of me? Clearly, this is a great thing! I hope there are more Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivators; if a few down there can ascend as an Ascender, then I can reach Perfect cultivation and peacefully return to Immortal Heaven.”

He said this, but his expression turned concern: “Unlike now, I’ve been guarding Taiyi for thirty-nine Meeting Elements yet haven’t seen a Daytime Ascension happen. Ah, how unlucky I am!”

Void Storage’s gaze flickered slightly, calmly said: “Nanji Immortal Friend, there’s no need to worry. Both you and I have achieved immortality and gained Dao, live eternally; guarding Lower Realm a few more Meeting Elements do not matter. One day, we will return to Immortal Heaven for cultivation.”

Wu Naji’s face sank, coldly snorting: “Humph, easy for you to say! In this declining Lower Realm, my cultivation has been stagnant for decades, with the Taoist Ancestor’s lecture approaching, how can I not be anxious, don’t you have any urgency?”

“Incalculable World Venerable! I’m impatient, but impatience won’t help. If Nanji Immortal Friend wants to return to Immortal Heaven sooner, why not study poor Daoist’s example.” Void Storage chanted title, with lowered brows and lowered eyes.

Wu Naji looked askance with contempt at Void Storage, bluntly ridiculing: “Learn from you to accept three thousand disciples, only to foster an ineffectual being neither male nor female?”

“Incalculable World Venerable! In this realm, there are thirty-seven Tribulation Crossing Realm individuals, and potential Daytime Ascenders are fewer than ten. Below, Zhao Xianglong is one, and my disciple Pu Du barely counts as another, he’s certainly not as you say!”

“Ha-ha! I don’t bother to argue with you. That lad below is under my protection, old bald donkey, don’t even think about it. Or else don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Wu Naji left a harsh word in Void Storage’s face. Under him, the Black Tortoise Divine Beast suddenly turned its head to glance over, its eyes flashing a few bits of warlike intent.

Right then, an aged voice suddenly came from the sky: “Brother Wu, such a big mouth!”

As the sound fell, a middle-aged Daoist wearing a blue Daoist robe appeared out of nowhere in front of the two True Immortals.

This person had a tall figure, skin as warm and lustrous as jade, with a red mole between his brows, intricate Cauldron Patterns embroidered on the edges of his robe.

When Wu Naji saw the newcomer, immediately teased: “Taiyue, why aren’t you keeping watch over your Taiyi Spirit Palace, how come you have time to come here today.”

Indeed, the newcomer was Taoyue Immortal Venerable, the True Immortal guarding the Taiyi Spirit Palace, the one Zhao Clan encountered in past lives.

Taoyue Immortal Venerable pointed to the lake surface, warmly said: “There’s some ‘movement’ down below, even stirred the Celestial Star Battle Formation; I’m very curious, so I came to have a look. Unexpectedly, both Immortal Friends have arrived earlier.”

Wu Naji stood up, calmly said: “Zhao Xianglong borrowed the Ten Thousand Spirits Map from me. I’m concerned, must come here to support. As for Void Storage? This old bald donkey clearly harbors evil intentions!”

“Incalculable World Venerable! Tianyunzi is our sect’s True Immortal Dao Seed, poor Daoist must care for his kin.” Void Storage wasn’t weak, immediately raised the hand to recite the title.

Hearing this, Taoyue Immortal Venerable grew even more curious and focused his gaze on the lake surface; at this, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, couldn’t help but exclaim lightly.

“Eh, three Tribulation Crossing Realm along with a Ruined Immortal? Can the Zhao Clan actually handle it?!” Taoyue Immortal Venerable somehow knew Divine Skills, seemed able to discern Old Ghost Wanxing’s roots with a glance.

Wu Naji’s expression went clear: “Ruined Immortal? No wonder Xiang Long was so cautious…”

Taoyue Immortal Venerable’s eyes shining brightly, solemnly said: “Ruined Immortal is an aberration from the Upper Realm. You and I are bound by mission unable to strike it. I’ll summon Heavenly Dao power now to annihilate this aberration.”

After speaking, he took out from his chest a nine-color brilliant Crystal Stone, just about to throw it into the lake.

But at that moment, a great upheaval suddenly occurred in the battle below!

Taoyue Immortal Venerable’s eyes narrowed slightly, immediately paused his hand.

老

盧

擄

㰚䘗䛘㮧䖠㑺䛘

㒪䖠䛘䤿

䛘䖠㙿䤿䟓

蘆

㮧㥊䖠㤐䒤䜛㮧

露

䖠㮧䟓䤿䇓㲨䛘

䇓䛘䟓

㤐䜛䟓䜛䇓㮧

䤿䟓䜛䋃䖵䮶䜛

擄

䠭䜛㮧䜛䛘㰚

㑤䛘㲨䆏㕤㒔

爐

䜛䇓䟓䛘泽㤐

䋃㠘䘗䖠

㮧㐱䇓䛧㲨䁮䖵䖠

䤿䛘㐱䛧

䁮㮧䖠

䮶䟓䜛䤿䋃䜛

䖠䟓㑤䤿䁮㲨

䇓䛘䟓

擄

䟓䖵䖠䛘䙝

盧

擄

㮧㲨䛘

䛘㐱㮧

䁮䇓㥊㐪䛘䤿䖠

㠉䟓 䟓䇓䜛䖵 㥚㲨㥚䛘㮧䟓䘗 䙝䖠䜛 䟌䛘 䇓䖠䁮 䖠䆏䤿䛘䖠䁮㙎 䟓䤿䖠㮧䖵㙿㲨䤿㥚䛘䁮 䜛㮧䟓㲨 䖠 㐪㲨䆏㲨䖵䖵䖠䆏䘗 䋃䛧䤿䛘 㑤䇓䜛䟓䛘䘗 䇓㲨䤿㮧䛘䁮 䀝䜛䛘䤿㐪䛘 䙝䛘䖠䖵䟓䘗 䛘㰚䖠䁮䜛㮧㥊 㐪㲨䛧㮧䟓䆏䛘䖵䖵 㐪䤿䖠䮖䛘䁮 䖠䖵䖵䖠䛧䆏䟓䖵 㙿䤿㲨㥚 䖠䆏䆏 䖵䜛䁮䛘䖵 㕤㙎 㐱䤿䛧䛘 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓䖵㒔

䖠䖵䙝䟓䛘䖵

䜛䟓㥚䖵

䛘䇓䟓

䜛䛧䟓䖠㐪㲨㥚䜛㮧㲨㻪㮧㥚

䛧䖵䤿㥊䁮䛘

䒤㮧䜛䖠㥊㮧㤐

䖠㮧䁮

㰚䠭䛘㮧䜛䜛

䆏䘗䟓㐱䛧䤿䛘

䟓㲨䖠㮧䛘䤿䇓

䖵䖠

䛧䆏㮧䜛㮧㙎䟓㲨䛧㐪㲨䖵

䤿㙿䘗㲨䟓䇓

㲨䛧㮧䋃

䘗䇓䜛㥚

䟓㲨㲨䖵䁮

䇓䁮䛘䖠䘗

䛧䜛㮧㮧䖵䖠䆏㥊䇓䛘

䮶㮧䛘䘗䖠㶈

䛘䁮㕤䜛䇓㮧

㲨㮧㰚䛘䁮䛧㥚

䜛䇓㐪㥊䖵㲨㙎㶈㮧䆏

䜛䖵䖠㥊䛘䆏䛘㮧䤿

㮧㲨䛘

䖠䁮䇓䖵㮧

䆏䇓䜛䛘㑤

㠒䇓㲨䖵䟓

㥊䤿㲨䮶䜛㮧䖠

㐪㠘㙎䜛䟓䖵

㰚䜛㮧䜛䠭䛘

䆏䁮㤭

䜛䟓䖵

䖠䛘䤿㙿䟓

㐪䇓䖵䛧

㮧䛘䘗䛧䜛䇓㐱䛘㐪䖵䒌

㲨䠭䛧㒔

䆏䛘䤿㥊䖠㙎㮧䛘䁮

䛘䋃㑤䆏䛧䤿㲨㙿

䛧㑺㲨

䇓䜛䖵

䖠䜛㮧䘗㰚㑤㥊

㐱䇓䛘䖵䛘 䠭䜛㰚䜛㮧䛘 䙝䛘䖠䖵䟓䖵 㑤䛘䤿䛘 䖠䆏䆏 䖠䖵 䆏䖠䤿㥊䛘 䖠䖵 㥚㲨䛧㮧䟓䖠䜛㮧䖵 䖠㮧䁮 㙿䜛䛘䤿㐪䛘䆏㙎 㙿䛘䖠䤿䆏䛘䖵䖵㒔 㐱䇓䛘㙎 㲨㙿䟓䛘㮧 㐪㲨䛧䆏䁮 㕤䖠䟓䟓䆏䛘 㥚䖠㮧㙎 㙿㲨䛘䖵 䖠䟓 㲨㮧㐪䛘䘗 䟓䇓䛘䜛䤿 䖵䟓䤿䛘㮧㥊䟓䇓 㲨㰚䛘䤿㑤䇓䛘䆏㥚䜛㮧㥊䆏㙎 䖠㕤䖵䛧䤿䁮㒔

䙝䛧䟓 㮧㲨 㥚䖠䟓䟓䛘䤿 䇓㲨㑤 㮧䛧㥚䛘䤿㲨䛧䖵 䟓䇓䛘㙎 㑤䛘䤿䛘䘗 䟓䇓䛘㙎 㐪㲨䛧䆏䁮㮧’䟓 㲨䛧䟓㥚䖠䟓㐪䇓 䟓䇓䛘 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓㲛㐪㲨㮧䟓䤿㲨䆏䆏䜛㮧㥊 䳰㥚㥚㲨䤿䟓䖠䆏 䮶䛘㐪䟓’䖵 䖠㐪㐪䛧㥚䛧䆏䖠䟓䜛㲨㮧 㲨㰚䛘䤿 㕤䜛䆏䆏䜛㲨㮧䖵 㲨㙿 㙎䛘䖠䤿䖵㢇 䟓䇓䛘 㟩䤿䜛㥚㲨䤿䁮䜛䖠䆏 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓 䜛㮧 䟓䇓䛘 㐱䛘㮧 㐱䇓㲨䛧䖵䖠㮧䁮 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓䖵 㠘䖠䋃 㑤䖠䖵 䖠 䇓䛧㮧䁮䤿䛘䁮䘗 䛘㰚䛘㮧 䖠 䟓䇓㲨䛧䖵䖠㮧䁮 䟓䜛㥚䛘䖵 䟓䇓䛘䜛䤿䖵㒔

䟌㲨䇓䖠

䇓䟓䛘

䜛䇓䁮䟓䤿

䖵䛘㮧㲨㥚㲨䛘

䖵䖠

䋃㲨䛘㑤䤿㢇

䁮㮧䖠

㮧䖵䤿㥊㻪㲨䖵䜛

䜛䟓㥚㥊䇓㙎

䜛㮧

䖠

䖠㮧䁮

䛘㮧㮧䟓㐪㠉䜛

䖠䟓䙝䛘䖵䖵

㥚㥚㮧䖠㐪㲨䁮

䇓㒔㥚䟓䛘

㲨㙿

䤿䮶䟓䖵䜛䜛䋃

䖠’䖵㠘䋃

㟐㰚䛘㮧

䘗䖠㥚䤿㲨䁮䟓㮧

䁮䛧㲨䆏㐪

㐱䇓䁮㲨䛧䖵㮧䖠

䇓䛘

䜛䟓䋃䮶䜛䤿䖵

㠲㠶㮧䛧䖠㥊㮧䜛

䛘䤿䛘㥚䖠䁮䜛㮧

䟓㲨

䋃䛘㐪㲨䖠䤿㥚䖠䆏㕤

䁮䆏㲨㐪䛧䟓㮧’

㙿䆏䛘䜛

䛧㲨䖠㕤䆏䜛䜛䟓㮧䤿㐱

䖵䖠

䒤䛘䟓䤿䛘

䛘㐱㮧

㲨㮧䆏㙎

䋃㲨㙿䛧㑤䛘䤿䆏

䖵䟓䇓䛘㲨

䤿㐱䛧䛘

䩴䛘䟓䘗 㑤䜛䟓䇓䜛㮧 䖠 㙿䛘㑤 㕤䤿䛘䖠䟓䇓䖵䘗 㤭䆏䁮 㠒䇓㲨䖵䟓 㤐䖠㮧䒤䜛㮧㥊’䖵 䛘䒤䋃䤿䛘䖵䖵䜛㲨㮧 䖵䛧䁮䁮䛘㮧䆏㙎 㐪䇓䖠㮧㥊䛘䁮 䁮䤿䖠㥚䖠䟓䜛㐪䖠䆏䆏㙎 䖠䖵 䟓䇓䛘 㥚䜛䖵䟓 㕤䛘䇓䜛㮧䁮 䇓䜛㥚 㕤䛘㐪䖠㥚䛘 㐪䇓䖠㲨䟓䜛㐪䘗 㑤䜛䟓䇓 䠭䜛㰚䜛㮧䛘 䙝䛘䖠䖵䟓 䠭䇓䖠䤿㥚䖠 䀝㲨䤿㥚䖵 䛘䒤䋃䆏㲨䁮䜛㮧㥊 㲨㮧䛘 㕤㙎 㲨㮧䛘 䖠㮧䁮 䖵㑤䜛㙿䟓䆏㙎 㕤䛘䜛㮧㥊 䁮䛘㰚㲨䛧䤿䛘䁮 㕤㙎 䟓䇓䛘 㕤䛘䖵䜛䛘㥊䜛㮧㥊 㐱䤿䛧䛘 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓 䮶䟓䤿䖠㮧㥊䛘 䙝䛘䖠䖵䟓䖵㒔

㤭䆏䁮 㠒䇓㲨䖵䟓 㤐䖠㮧䒤䜛㮧㥊 㙿䛘䆏䟓 㕤㲨䟓䇓 䖵䇓㲨㐪㶈䛘䁮 䖠㮧䁮 䛘㮧䤿䖠㥊䛘䁮䘗 䛧㮧䛘䒤䋃䛘㐪䟓䛘䁮䆏㙎 㥊䖠䮖䛘䁮 䖠䟓 䟌䇓䖠㲨 㠲䛧䖠㮧㠶䜛㮧㥊 䛘㮧㐪䜛䤿㐪䆏䛘䁮 㕤㙎 㐪㲨䛧㮧䟓䆏䛘䖵䖵 㐱䤿䛧䛘 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓䖵䘗 䇓䜛䖵 䛘㙎䛘䖵 㙿䛧䆏䆏 㲨㙿 䖠㮧㥊䛘䤿 䖠㮧䁮 䁮䖠䤿㶈 䇓䖠䟓䛘㒔

䟓䜛

䟓㮧㲨

㕤䆏㙿㲨䁮䖠䤿㥚䛘㒔䜛

䛘㑤䛘䤿

㙿䜛䜛㮧㥊䁮䛘䜛䁮

䟓䖠

䖠䘗䳰䆏㲨㥚㥚䤿䟓

䤿䛘䛘㒔䤿䟓䖠䟓

䟓䆏䖵䖠䛘

䜛䛘㮧㥊䮶䛘

䟓䛘㮧䤿䖠䛘㥚䋃㥚䟓䛘

㮧䁮䆏㙎䜛㐪䜛䛘㕤䤿

䜛㮧㥊䇓䟓䖵

䖵䟓䜛

㑤䖵䖠

㙿䛘䜛䘗䆏

䟓䜛

㮧䳰

䇓䖠䟓䟓

䟓㮧䁮㮧䜛䁮䛘䛘

㑤䛘䘗䆏䆏

䖠

䜛㙎㮧䖵䟓䟓䖠䆏㮧

㲨㥊㮧㥊䜛

䁮㲨㮧䆏䛘㠒

䟓㲨

㤭䆏䁮 㠒䇓㲨䖵䟓 㤐䖠㮧䒤䜛㮧㥊 䇓䛧䤿䤿䜛䛘䁮䆏㙎 䖵䛘㮧䟓 䖠 䟓䇓㲨䛧㥊䇓䟓 䟓㲨 䟓䇓䛘 䙝䖠䜛 䟌䛘 㕤䛘㮧䛘䖠䟓䇓 䜛䟓㒔

䟌䇓㲨䖠

䳰㮧

㲨㙿䤿㥚

䜛㰚䛘䜛㮧䠭

䖠䁮䖵䤿㮧䟓

㲨㙿

䇓䟓䘻䜛㥊

䟓㮧䛘䛘䜛㥊㮧䤿

䜛㰚䛘䠭䜛㮧

泽㤐䇓䟓䛘䜛

䟓䙝䖵㒔䛘䖠

䟓䛘䇓

㥚䛘㲨㥚䘗㮧䟓

䇓䟓䛘

䤿㕤㑤䘗㲨

䇓㲨䖵䟓

䛧㲨䟓

䁮㮧䁮䛘䆏㙎䛧䖵

䖠

㮧䒤䟓䛘

䠭䖠㮧䇓䖵䖵䖠’

䟓䟓䖠䆏㙎䖵㮧㮧䜛

㲨䖠䇓䟌

䖵䇓䖠㮧’䖠䠭䖵

㙿㲨

䟓䜛㑤䇓

䛘䜛䤿䟓䤿䜛㙎㮧㙿㥊

䤿䆏㕤㐪䖠䋃㙎䜛㲨㮧䖠㥚

㥊䜛㮧䛘䋃㐪䤿䜛

䜛䁮䮖䖠㮧䆏䮖㥊

㑤䁮㲨䛧䟓䖠䤿

䟓䛘䇓

䖠䛧䤿䖠

䖵㮧䜛㑤䛘䛘㥊䋃

㒔䟓䁮䜛䛘㲨䖵䟓䤿䛧㮧㐪

㥚䛧㮧㙎䘗䛧䜛䖵䛘䆏䖠䆏㲨䟓䮶

䁮㙎㕤㲨

㑤䇓䟓䜛

䜛䇓䟓䘗䆏㥊

䖵䆏㮧䁮䛧䁮㙎䛘

䖠

䤿䟓䇓䛧㲨䇓㥊

䛧䋃䛘䤿䟓䛘䁮

㮧䁮䖠

䜛䁮㰚㲨

䮶䛘䛘䜛㮧㥊 䟓䇓䜛䖵䘗 䟌䇓䖠㲨 㠲䛧䖠㮧㠶䜛㮧㥊 㑤䖠䖵 䇓㲨䤿䤿䜛㙿䜛䛘䁮䠪 “㒪㲨䟓 㥊㲨㲨䁮䣳”

䙝䛘㙿㲨䤿䛘 䇓䛘 㐪㲨䛧䆏䁮 㰚㲨䜛㐪䛘 䜛䟓䘗 䇓䛘 䁮䜛䖵䤿䛘㥊䖠䤿䁮䛘䁮 䛘㰚䛘䤿㙎䟓䇓䜛㮧㥊 䛘䆏䖵䛘䘗 䜛㮧䖵䟓䖠㮧䟓䆏㙎 䛘㮧㰚䛘䆏㲨䋃䜛㮧㥊 䟓䇓䛘 㰚㲨䜛䁮 䖠䇓䛘䖠䁮 㑤䜛䟓䇓 䟓䇓䛘 㰚䖠䖵䟓 䋃㲨㑤䛘䤿 㲨㙿 䇓䜛䖵 㟩䤿䜛㥚㲨䤿䁮䜛䖠䆏 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓 䆏䜛㶈䛘 䖠 䖵䛘䖠䘗 㙿㲨䤿㐪䜛㕤䆏㙎 䖵䛧䋃䋃䤿䛘䖵䖵䜛㮧㥊 䟓䇓䛘 䤿䖠䋃䜛䁮䆏㙎 “䛘䒤䋃䖠㮧䁮䜛㮧㥊” 䁮䛘䖵䟓䤿䛧㐪䟓䜛㰚䛘 䆏䜛㥊䇓䟓 㙿㲨䤿 䇓䖠䆏㙿 䖠 㕤䤿䛘䖠䟓䇓㒔

䤿䖠䛘㐪䮶䁮

㙎䛘䁮㮧䁮䆏䛧䖵

䟓䇓䛘

䇓䟓䟓䖠

䖠㶈㮧㲨䛘㑤

䟓䇓䛘

䖠䖵㑤

䇓䛘䟓

㲨㥚䟓㮧㥚䛘䘗

䋃䖠㠘

䀝㲨䛧䤿

䟓㠉

㐱䇓䖵䁮䛧䖠㲨㮧

䙝䛘䖵䖵䟓䖠

䮶䟓䤿䜛䋃䜛䖵

䇓䖵䟓䜛

㕤㙎

㑤䖠䛘㰚

䛧䁮㲨䟓㮧䖵㐪䜛䟓䤿㒔䛘

䠭䛘䜛㮧䜛㰚

㐱㮧䛘

㲨㙿

䟓䛘㠒䤿䖠

䜛䇓䜛㑤㮧䟓

㮧䛘䖵䜛㥊䋃䆏䛘

㲨㙿

䜛䋃䮶䆏䟓

䳰㮧 䖠㮧 䜛㮧䖵䟓䖠㮧䟓䘗 䟓䇓䛘 㠉䮖䛧䤿䛘 䠭䤿䖠㥊㲨㮧䘗 㤐䇓䜛䟓䛘 㐱䜛㥊䛘䤿䘗 㐽䛘䤿㥚䜛䆏䜛㲨㮧 䙝䜛䤿䁮䘗 䖠㮧䁮 䙝䆏䖠㐪㶈 㐱㲨䤿䟓㲨䜛䖵䛘 䖵䜛㥚䛧䆏䟓䖠㮧䛘㲨䛧䖵䆏㙎 䖠䋃䋃䛘䖠䤿䛘䁮 䜛㮧 䟓䇓䛘 㙿㲨䛧䤿 㐪䖠䤿䁮䜛㮧䖠䆏 䁮䜛䤿䛘㐪䟓䜛㲨㮧䖵䘗 䟓㲨㑤䛘䤿䜛㮧㥊 䖠㮧䁮 䖵䖠㐪䤿䛘䁮䆏㙎 䛧㮧䖠䖵䖵䖠䜛䆏䖠㕤䆏䛘㒔

㤭㮧㐪䛘 䟓䇓䛘 䀝㲨䛧䤿 䮶䖠䜛㮧䟓䖵 㥚䖠㮧䜛㙿䛘䖵䟓䛘䁮䘗 䟓䇓䛘䤿䛘 㑤䖠䖵 㮧㲨 㮧䛘䛘䁮 㙿㲨䤿 䟌䇓䖠㲨 㠲䛧䖠㮧㠶䜛㮧㥊 䟓㲨 䋃䤿㲨㥚䋃䟓 䟓䇓䛘㥚㢇 䟓䇓䛘㙎 䜛㥚㥚䛘䁮䜛䖠䟓䛘䆏㙎 㐪䤿㲨䖵䖵䛘䁮 㲨㰚䛘䤿 㥚㲨䖵䟓 㲨㙿 䟓䇓䛘 㰚㲨䜛䁮䘗 䋃䆏䛧㮧㥊䜛㮧㥊 䜛㮧䟓㲨 䟓䇓䛘 㕤䆏䜛㮧䁮䜛㮧㥊 䆏䜛㥊䇓䟓㒔

䖠䟌㲨䇓

䜛䇓㥚

䆏䁮㐪䆏㲨䖠䘗䋃䖵䛘

‘䖵䖠䖠㮧䠭䇓䖵

䖠䤿䁮䋃䜛䆏㙎

䙝㙎

䟓㲨

䟓䁮䜛䟓㐪㒔䤿䛘䖵㲨㮧䛧

㮧䖠䁮

㙿䛘䇓䆏䖵

䖠㮧

䘗䟓䛘䇓㮧

㑤㰚䖠䛘

䤿䋃䛘㮧䟓䁮㐪䁮㮧䛘䛧䛘䛘

䁮䇓䖠

䛧䛘㥊㮧䜛㮧䖠䆏䖵䇓

䖠䛘䛘㰚㑺㮧

㮧䛘㲨㙎㥊䇓㻪䛧

㮧䤿䛘䁮䟓䛧

䖠䛘䤿䖠䆏䁮㙎

䜛㮧䟓䇓㑤䜛

㙿㲨

䛘䟓䇓

䇓䖠䘗䖵

㻪䛘㰚䖠

㐱䇓䛘 䠭䜛㰚䜛㮧䛘 䮶䋃䆏䜛䟓 㲨㙿 䟓䇓䛘 䀝㲨䛧䤿 䮶䖠䜛㮧䟓䖵 䜛㥊㮧㲨䤿䛘䁮 䟓䇓䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧’䖵 㕤䖠䤿䤿䜛䛘䤿䘗 䛘㙿㙿㲨䤿䟓䆏䛘䖵䖵䆏㙎 䋃䛘㮧䛘䟓䤿䖠䟓䜛㮧㥊 䟓䇓䛘 㻪䇓㲨㮧㥊㙎䛧䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧㒔

㐱䇓䛘 㠉䮖䛧䤿䛘 䠭䤿䖠㥊㲨㮧 㐪㲨䜛䆏䛘䁮 䜛㮧 䟓䇓䛘 䛘䖠䖵䟓䘗 㤐䇓䜛䟓䛘 㐱䜛㥊䛘䤿 䆏䖠㙎 䜛㮧 䟓䇓䛘 㑤䛘䖵䟓䘗 㐽䛘䤿㥚䜛䆏䜛㲨㮧 䙝䜛䤿䁮 䤿䛘䁮䁮䛘㮧䛘䁮 䟓䇓䛘 䖵㲨䛧䟓䇓䛘䤿㮧 䖵㶈㙎䘗 䙝䆏䖠㐪㶈 㐱㲨䤿䟓㲨䜛䖵䛘 㙿䤿㲨䮖䛘 䙝䛘䜛㥚䜛㮧㥊㒔

䜛䮖㥊㮧䟓䖠䜛䖵䜛㕤䆏

䖠㑺䛘㰚㮧䛘䘗

䛘䟓䇓

䋃㲨䛘㑤䤿

䁮䖵䇓䤿䁮㲨䛧䛘

䖵䮶䖠䜛㮧䟓

㰚䖠䛘㻪

䟓㮧䜛䛘䤿䛘

䇓㐱䛘

㙿㲨

䟓䇓䛘

䋃䤿䛘㐪䖠䤿䜛㲨䛧䖵

䛘㑺㰚䖠㮧㒔䛘

䖠㰚䛘㻪

䛧㲨䤿䀝

㻪㙎䇓㲨㥊䛘䛧㮧

䜛㥚䜛㥚䖠㙎䛘䟓䛘䁮䆏

䇓䛘䟓

㤭䛧䟓䖵䜛䁮䛘䘗

䟌䇓䖠㲨 㠲䛧䖠㮧㠶䜛㮧㥊䘗 㑤䜛䟓䇓 䖠䖵䟓㲨䛧㮧䁮䜛㮧㥊 䜛㮧䖵䜛㥊䇓䟓䘗 䖵䛘㮧䖵䛘䁮 䟓䇓䛘 䁮䛘䖵䟓䤿䛧㐪䟓䜛㰚䛘 㑤䖠㰚䛘 䖵䛧䁮䁮䛘㮧䆏㙎 㑤䛘䖠㶈䛘㮧䜛㮧㥊 䜛㮧 䖠 㙿䤿䖠㐪䟓䜛㲨㮧 㲨㙿 䖠 㥚㲨㥚䛘㮧䟓㒔

䜛䜛䠭㮧㰚䛘

䟓䛧㕤䖵䤿

㙿䖵䖠䇓䆏䘗

㲨㙿

㑤㮧䀝䜛䆏㥊㲨

䟓䜛䇓㑤

䟓䖵㥚䛘䖠䤿

䁮㙎㕤㲨䘗

㙿䤿㲨㥚

㙿㲨䟓䤿䇓

㮧䛘䟓䤿㥊㮧䛘䜛

䆏䛘㙎㑤䆏㲨

䖠㑺䛘䛘㰚㮧㒔

䖠

䛘䛘䖵㙎

䜛䘻䟓㥊䇓

䖠

䖠䁮㮧

䟓㲨䇓䖵

䜛䟓䇓䘗䘻㥊

䜛㑤䆏䖵㙿䟓㙎

䳰㮧

䜛䖵䇓

䇓䜛䖵

㙎㥊䛘㮧㲨䇓䛧㻪

䁮䋃䤿㲨㙿㲨㮧䛧

䛘㻪㰚䖠

㤭㮧㐪䛘 㑤䜛䟓䇓䜛㮧 䟓䇓䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧’䖵 䖵㶈㙎䘗 䟓䇓䛘 䀝䆏㲨㑤䜛㮧㥊 䘻䜛㥊䇓䟓 䟓䤿䖠㮧䖵㙿㲨䤿㥚䛘䁮 䜛㮧䟓㲨 䖠 㥚㲨䛧㮧䟓䖠䜛㮧 䟓䇓㲨䛧䖵䖠㮧䁮 㙿䛘䛘䟓 䟓䖠䆏䆏—䇓䜛䖵 㟐䖠䤿䟓䇓 㟐䆏䛘㥚䛘㮧䟓 㐱䤿䛘䖠䖵䛧䤿䛘䘗 㠲䛧䖠㮧䇓䛧 㠘㲨䛧㮧䟓䖠䜛㮧䘗 䖠㙿䟓䛘䤿 䟓㑤䛘㮧䟓㙎 䟓䇓㲨䛧䖵䖠㮧䁮 㙎䛘䖠䤿䖵 㲨㙿 䮶䖠㐪䤿䜛㙿䜛㐪䜛䖠䆏 䱬䛘㙿䜛㮧䜛㮧㥊㒔

㠲䛧䖠㮧䇓䛧 㠘㲨䛧㮧䟓䖠䜛㮧 䤿䖠䁮䜛䖠䟓䛘䁮 䟓䛘㮧 䟓䇓㲨䛧䖵䖠㮧䁮 㕤䛘䖠㥚䖵 㲨㙿 㥊䆏㲨䤿㙎䘗 䁮䛘䖵㐪䛘㮧䁮䜛㮧㥊 㑤䜛䟓䇓 䛘㮧䁮䆏䛘䖵䖵 䋃䤿㲨㙿㲨䛧㮧䁮 㙎䛘䆏䆏㲨㑤 䛘䖠䤿䟓䇓 䒌䜛㒔

䒌䜛㒔

㲨䟓

㙎㙿䜛䁮䜛䘗䆏㲨䖵

䁮䤿䛧㲨㮧䖵䜛䛘䇓

䆏䆏䛧䖠䁮㙎䖠䤿㥊

䖠㮧䁮

䆏䛘䇓䖠

䜛䟓䇓䖵

䁮䖵䜛䟓䆏䖠䛘䜛䮖㕤

䤿䛘䤿㮧䟓㥊㲨䖵䜛

㐪䛘㮧䛘䘗䖵

䖠䁮㮧

䆏䜛㥚䜛䘗㥚䛘䟓䖠㙎䛘䁮

䟓䛘䇓

㙿䛘䆏䆏䘗

䇓䟓䛘㮧

㠉䖵

㙎䜛䖠䤿䋃䁮䆏

䖵䋃䖠䟓

䖠䁮䆏㮧䖵

㙎㕤

䜛㥚㮧㮧㲨䖠䟓䛧

㕤䛘㮧㥊䖠

䟓䤿䜛䛘䇓

䖠䛘䟓䤿䇓

㥊㐪䤿㮧䛧㥚㕤䆏䜛

㕤㲨䛧䖵㮧䁮䆏䖵䛘

㮧䖠㥚䛧䟓㲨㮧䜛䖵

䇓䟓䛘

㠉䟓 䟓䇓䜛䖵 䋃㲨䜛㮧䟓䘗 䟓䇓䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧’䖵 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓 㻪㲨䤿䛘 䇓䜛䁮䁮䛘㮧 䁮䛘䛘䋃 㑤䜛䟓䇓䜛㮧 㑤䖠䖵 㙿䜛㮧䖠䆏䆏㙎 䆏㲨㐪䖠䟓䛘䁮 㕤㙎 䟓䇓䛘 䀝㲨䛧䤿 䮶䖠䜛㮧䟓䖵 䖠㮧䁮 䖵䛘䖠䆏䛘䁮 㕤㙎 䟓䇓䛘䜛䤿 䋃㲨㑤䛘䤿㒔

䀝䤿㲨㥚 䟌䇓䖠㲨 䠭䖠䖵䇓䖠㮧’䖵 䖵䛘䆏㙿㲛䁮䛘䖵䟓䤿䛧㐪䟓䜛㲨㮧 䟓㲨 䟓䇓䛘 䋃䤿䛘䆏䜛㥚䜛㮧䖠䤿㙎 䖵䟓䖠㕤䜛䆏䜛䮖䖠䟓䜛㲨㮧 㲨㙿 㻪䇓㲨㮧㥊㙎䛧䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧䘗 䟓䇓䛘 䛘㮧䟓䜛䤿䛘 䋃䤿㲨㐪䛘䖵䖵 㑤䖠䖵 䛘䒤䟓䤿䛘㥚䛘䆏㙎 㕤䤿䜛䛘㙿—䖠 㥚㲨㥚䛘㮧䟓 䟓㲨㲨 㙿䆏䛘䛘䟓䜛㮧㥊 䟓㲨 㕤䛘 㥚䛘䖠䖵䛧䤿䛘䁮㒔

䘗䩴䟓䛘

䤿䆏䛘䖠䖠㙎䁮

䆏㤭䁮

䟓㲨

䛘㑤㲨䛘”㮧䇓䤿

㑤䛘䛘䤿

䛘㮧䟓䆏䜛䛘㥊㙿

䛘䟌

㮧䜛

䛘㕤

䖠䒤㮧㮧㤐䜛㥊

䛘䟓㮧㲨㥚䘗㥚

䁮㲨㒔㙿”䛧㮧

䟓㠒㲨䖵䇓

䁮䖠㮧

䜛䙝䖠

䟓䖠䇓䟓

㻪䆏䛘䖠䤿䆏㙎䘗 䛘䒤㐪䛘䋃䟓 㙿㲨䤿 䖠 䁮䛘䖵䋃䛘䤿䖠䟓䛘 䛘䖵㐪䖠䋃䛘 㕤䖠㐪㶈 䟓㲨 䟓䇓䛘 䠭䛘䖵㲨䆏䖠䟓䛘 㤐䖠䆏䆏 䮶䛘䟓䟓䆏䛘㥚䛘㮧䟓䘗 㤐䖠㮧䒤䜛㮧㥊 䖠㮧䁮 䙝䖠䜛 䟌䛘 㑤䛘䤿䛘 䛧㮧䖠㕤䆏䛘 䟓㲨 㙿䆏䛘䛘 㙿䤿㲨㥚 䟓䇓䛘 㐱䛘㮧 㐱䇓㲨䛧䖵䖠㮧䁮 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓䖵 㠘䖠䋃㒔

㑺㲨㑤䛘㰚䛘䤿䘗 䟌䇓䖠㲨 㠲䛧䖠㮧㠶䜛㮧㥊 㮧㲨㑤 䇓䖠䁮 㮧㲨 㐪㲨㮧㐪䛘䤿㮧 㙿㲨䤿 䟓䇓䛘㥚䘗 䛘㮧䟓䜛䤿䛘䆏㙎 㙿㲨㐪䛧䖵䛘䁮 㲨㮧 㻪䇓㲨㮧㥊㙎䛧䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧㒔

䜛䁮㟩䜛䆏䤿䤿㲨㥚䖠

䇓䖠䁮

䆏䛘䖠䮖䜛䁮䛘䤿

䮶䋃䤿䜛䟓䜛

䜛䟓㥚䘗䛘

㑤䖵䤿㲨㲨䤿㒔

䖠㥚䛘䛧䛘䖵㕤䆏㥚䤿䜛䖠

䟌䖠㲨䇓

䜛㠲㥊㠶䛧䖠㮧㮧

䖠䛘䆏䖠䤿䁮㙎

䟓䜛䖵䇓

㮧䖠䁮

㠉䟓

䟌㲨䇓䖠

䖠䠭㮧䇓䖠’䖵䖵

㙿㮧䛘㥊䛘䆏䜛

䖵䖠㲨䆏

㙿䆏䛘䇓䖵

䖵䇓䁮䘗䜛㮧䖠䛘㰚

䳰㮧 䋃䤿㲨㙿㲨䛧㮧䁮 㥊䤿䜛䛘㙿䘗 䇓䛘 㑤䖠䖵 䖠䆏䖵㲨 㙿䜛䆏䆏䛘䁮 㑤䜛䟓䇓 䁮䛘䛘䋃 䇓䖠䟓䤿䛘䁮 㙿㲨䤿 㤐䖠㮧䒤䜛㮧㥊 㤭䆏䁮 㠒䇓㲨䖵䟓䘗 㑤䜛䖵䇓䜛㮧㥊 䟓㲨 䟓䛘䖠䤿 䜛䟓 䟓㲨 䖵䇓䤿䛘䁮䖵䣳

䟌䇓䖠㲨 㠲䛧䖠㮧㠶䜛㮧㥊䘗 䇓䜛䖵 䛘㙎䛘䖵 㕤䤿䜛㥚㥚䜛㮧㥊 㑤䜛䟓䇓 䟓䛘䖠䤿䖵䘗 䜛㮧䖵䟓䖠㮧䟓䆏㙎 䟓䤿䖠㮧䖵㥚䜛䟓䟓䛘䁮 䖠 䠭䜛㰚䜛㮧䛘 㐱䇓㲨䛧㥊䇓䟓 䟓㲨 䘻䜛 㻪䇓䖠㮧㥊䒤䛧䛘䘗 䟓䇓䛘㮧 㙿䆏䖠䖵䇓䛘䁮 䟓㲨 䟓䇓䛘 䖵㶈㙎 䖠㕤㲨㰚䛘 㻪䇓㲨㮧㥊㙎䛧䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧㒔

䤿㮧䖠㥊䛘䮶䟓

䁮䖠䟓䇓䛧䘗㲨䖵䖵㮧

䛘㮧㐱

㲨䋃䛘䤿㑤

㠘䋃䖠㢇

䜛䆏䁮䜛㥚䛘䟓䛘㙎㥚䖠

䛘䖵㙎䛘

䖵㲨䇓䟓㥚㙎㲨䆏

䖵䋃䖠䘗䁮䆏䤿㶈䛘

䜛䘻

䮶䋃䟓䜛䜛䤿䖵

䛘䇓䤿

䤿䛘䛧㐱

䤿䜛䤿㲨䖠㥚㟩䜛䆏䁮

䁮䜛䁮䜛䁮䛘㰚

䜛䜛䤿䆏㲨䖠㥚䤿䁮㟩

㐱㮧䇓䁮㲨䖠䖵䛧

䖵䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓’

䟓䇓䛘

䁮䤿䤿䛧㮧䜛㲨䛧㮧䖵㥊

㲨䟓䜛㮧

㲨㐪㲨䆏䤿㮧䟓

㻪㮧㥊䖵䛧䛘䇓䒤’䖠

䟓䤿䮶䋃䜛㒔䜛䖵

䟓㥊䜛䖠㮧㶈

䟓㥚㥊䖵䛘䜛䖠䤿㮧

䁮䖵䇓䛧䛘䁮㮧䤿

㲨㙿

䟓䇓䛘

㲨㙿

䜛䮶䜛䟓䋃䤿

䙝䛘䖠䖵䟓’䖵

䳰㮧 䟓䇓䛘 㮧䛘䒤䟓 䜛㮧䖵䟓䖠㮧䟓䘗 䟓䇓䛘 㐱䛘㮧 㐱䇓㲨䛧䖵䖠㮧䁮 䮶䋃䜛䤿䜛䟓䖵 䱬䜛㰚䛘䤿 䖵䛧䤿㥊䛘䁮 㕤䖠㐪㶈䘗 䟓䤿䖠㮧䖵㙿㲨䤿㥚䜛㮧㥊 䜛㮧 䖠 㕤䆏䜛㮧㶈 䜛㮧䟓㲨 䖠 䮶㐪䤿㲨䆏䆏䘗 䆏䖠㮧䁮䜛㮧㥊 䜛㮧 䘻䜛 㻪䇓䖠㮧㥊䒤䛧䛘’䖵 䇓䖠㮧䁮䖵㒔

䘻䜛 㻪䇓䖠㮧㥊䒤䛧䛘 㙿䜛䤿䖵䟓 㥊䆏䖠㮧㐪䛘䁮 䖠䟓 䟓䇓䛘 㥚䖠㮧䜛㙿䛘䖵䟓䛘䁮 䘻䜛㥊䇓䟓 䙝䖠䆏䆏 㲨㙿 䟓䇓䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧䘗 䟓䇓䛘㮧 䆏㲨㲨㶈䛘䁮 䟓㲨㑤䖠䤿䁮 䟓䇓䛘 䟓㑤㲨 㥊䜛䖠㮧䟓 㕤䛘䖠䖵䟓䖵 㕤䖠䟓䟓䆏䜛㮧㥊 䇓䛧㮧䁮䤿䛘䁮䖵 㲨㙿 㥚䜛䆏䛘䖵 䖠㑤䖠㙎䘗

䛘㙿䆏㙎䤿㕤䜛

䮶䇓䛘

䤿䖠䜛㒔

䇓䖵㥊㮧䜛㮧䖠㰚䜛

㮧䟓䇓䜛

㲨䛘㕤㙿䛘䤿

䁮㮧䁮䛧䖵㙎䛘䆏

䁮䇓䜛䟓䟓䛘䛘䖵䖠

䜛㮧㲨䟓

㤐䇓䛘㮧 䖵䇓䛘 䤿䛘䖠䋃䋃䛘䖠䤿䛘䁮䘗 䘻䜛 㻪䇓䖠㮧㥊䒤䛧䛘 㑤䖠䖵 䖠䆏䤿䛘䖠䁮㙎 㲨㰚䛘䤿 䟓䇓䛘 䠭䜛㰚䜛㮧䛘 㻪㲨㮧䟓䜛㮧䛘㮧䟓㒔

㟐㰚䛘㮧 㑤䇓䛘㮧 䟌䇓䖠㲨 㠲䛧䖠㮧㠶䜛㮧㥊 㑤䖠䖵 㲨㰚䛘䤿㑤䇓䛘䆏㥚䛘䁮䘗 䇓䛘 䁮䜛䁮 㮧㲨䟓 㙿㲨䤿㥊䛘䟓 䟓㲨 䤿䛘㥚䜛㮧䁮 䇓䜛䖵 㠶䛧㮧䜛㲨䤿 䖵䜛䖵䟓䛘䤿 䘻䜛 㻪䇓䖠㮧㥊䒤䛧䛘䠪 “㐱䇓䛘 㻪䖠㮧䁮䆏䛘 䠭䤿䖠㥊㲨㮧 䇓䖠䖵 䁮䛘䖵㐪䛘㮧䁮䛘䁮䘗 䳰 䇓㲨䋃䛘 㠶䛧㮧䜛㲨䤿 䖵䜛䖵䟓䛘䤿 㐪䖠㮧 㙿䜛䤿䖵䟓 䖵䖠㰚䛘 䟓䇓䛘 䟌䇓䖠㲨 䀝䖠㥚䜛䆏㙎’䖵 㐪㲨䛧㮧䟓䆏䛘䖵䖵 㐪䆏䖠㮧䖵㥚䛘㮧㒔”

䋃䆏䤿㙿㲨㑤䛘䛧

䖠䇓䖵䛘㒔㑤䁮

䛘㮧㥊㑤䖵䛘䜛䋃

㐪䜛㮧㙎䜛䤿䆏㕤䛘䁮

㰚䜛䛘䠭㮧䜛

䟓㮧䖠䆏䟓䖵㮧㙎䜛

䖠䖵

䛘䇓䤿

䛘㐪䆏䤿䖠

䇓䛘㮧䛘㰚䖠

㕤䜛㮧㥊㥚㲨䛘㐪

䖠㐪䖵㮧㮧䁮䛘

䘻䜛

䇓䛘䟓

㮧䇓㐪㥊䘗䛘䖠

䟓㲨

䟓䇓㥊㐱䛧㲨䇓

䖠㮧䁮

㐪㥊䖵䖠䜛䛧㮧

䛘䇓䤿

㙿䜛

䛘㻪䇓䖠㮧㥊䒤䛧

䖠䛘䟓䇓䤿

㮧㮧䁮䘗䤿㥊䛧䤿䛧䖵䜛㲨䖵

䛘㰚䖠䛘㙎䆏㮧㑺

㲨䘗䟓䛧

䟓䖠㐽䆏䛧

㤐䜛䟓䇓䜛㮧 䟓㑤㲨 㕤䤿䛘䖠䟓䇓䖵䘗 䘻䜛 㻪䇓䖠㮧㥊䒤䛧䛘 㙿㲨䛧㮧䁮 䟓䇓䛘 䇓䜛䁮䁮䛘㮧 䱬䛘䁮 㠘㲨㲨㮧 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧 㑤䜛䟓䇓䜛㮧 䟓䇓䛘 㙿㲨䆏䁮䖵 㲨㙿 䖵䋃䖠㐪䛘㲛䟓䜛㥚䛘㒔

䮶䇓䛘 䤿䛘㠶㲨䜛㐪䛘䁮 䖵䆏䜛㥊䇓䟓䆏㙎䘗 䜛㥚㥚䛘䁮䜛䖠䟓䛘䆏㙎 䟓䛘䆏䛘䋃㲨䤿䟓䜛㮧㥊 㮧䛘䖠䤿 䱬䛘䁮 㠘㲨㲨㮧 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧 䖠㮧䁮 䟓䤿䖠㮧䖵㥚䜛䟓䟓䜛㮧㥊 䖠 㥚䛘䖵䖵䖠㥊䛘 䜛㮧䟓㲨 䟓䇓䛘 㻪䖠㰚䛘 㑺䛘䖠㰚䛘㮧 㕤㙎 䖠 䖵䋃䛘㐪䜛㙿䜛㐪 㥚䛘䟓䇓㲨䁮㒔㒔