Capítulo 1156: Chapter 1112: That Lethal Rashamon Is Back Again

The deaths in the Xie Family weren’t all due to war; some died of illness, and in the Southern Border, where poisonous insects abound, some were bitten to death by insects. Some even died in bizarre ways, like choking on a peanut.

Madam Xie spoke, then felt something was amiss. She looked at Qin Liuxi and said, “Do you think the high death rate in the Xie Family is peculiar and linked to the Qi Fortune you mentioned?”

Qin Liuxi nodded and said, “The feng shui of this village was very good initially. It was built by the mountains and rivers, with Azure Dragon on the left and White Tiger on the right, balancing yin and yang. The surrounding forests must have been lush because it occupied all the geomantic advantages. If it had remained that way, the family would have prospered continuously. With the White Tiger residing in the mountains, a War God Divine Beast, no wonder the Xie Family has produced War Gods for generations in the military.”

Madam Xie, hearing this, should have been pleased, but seeing Qin Liuxi’s expression, she knew there was more to it.

Sure enough, Qin Liuxi sighed and said, “But now, the green mountains have withered, the streams have dried up, and in feng shui, the White Tiger fears an open mouth. A trench was dug in the White Tiger position, forming the open mouth of the White Tiger. Additionally, willow trees have grown by the trench, and their shade invites yin energy. This combination brings about White Tiger Evil.”

Madam Xie’s expression changed.

“Those willow trees look haphazard and don’t seem to be deliberately planted,” Mrs. Zhou noted, observing the messy, small, and not fully grown willow trees.

Qin Liuxi calmly said, “Willows grow without intentional planting.”

No deliberate planting is necessary; they can sprout just by casually sticking in the ground.

At this moment, a seventy-year-old man in cloth clothes trembled as he walked over, accompanied by a guard who had tended to affairs earlier.

The old man was the current Clan Leader of the Xie Family and wanted to kneel upon seeing Madam Xie.

“Uncle Chengnan, no need for formalities. I returned this time to bury our Wan’er,” Madam Xie said with sorrow.

Clan Chief Xie had apparently heard from the guard and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, saying, “Such a good child, Miss Wan’er, entrusted to the wrong person, it’s really…”

“It’s my fault,” Madam Xie said dejectedly. “No need to mention this. Uncle Chengnan, when was the trench built, and why are the willow trees planted there?”

Clan Chief Xie replied, “In recent years, the stream was clogged and inconvenient for drainage, so it was built four years ago to help irrigate the fields. As for the willow trees, they weren’t planted on purpose. While digging the trench, children played nearby, broke branches from the neighboring Willow Village, and randomly inserted them.”

Mrs. Zhou: “…”

The willows grew without intentional planting indeed.

“Is there anything wrong?” Clan Chief Xie asked, sensing Madam Xie’s grim face and feeling uneasy.

Madam Xie recounted what Qin Liuxi had said about the feng shui, and Clan Chief Xie, scared to the bone, almost knelt, trembling and saying, “So, the feng shui of Xie Village has deteriorated? Is that why the Xie Family is dwindling?”

“How about the ancestral graves? Has anyone visited them?” Qin Liuxi asked.

Clan Chief Xie shook his head, “We regularly patrol and weed, and we haven’t seen any unauthorized visitors.”

Qin Liuxi said nothing. It wasn’t hard to disrupt the ancestral graves unnoticed. Look at the Yu Family, a Hidden Clan existing for hundreds of years, whose ancestral graves were shifted just like that.

Shunfang, being impatient, asked, “Master, should we fill in the trench and pull out the willows?”

“Of course,” Qin Liuxi calculated with his fingers and said, “Three days from now is an auspicious day. Prepare some things, and I’ll neutralize this evil.”

“An auspicious day is needed?”

Qin Liuxi smiled, “Neutralizing evil forces in feng shui isn’t just filling trenches or removing trees. Doing so haphazardly could provoke White Tiger Evil, leading to deaths or injuries with sure bloodshed. Preparation is necessary to disperse the evil.”

“I’m indebted to you,” Madam Xie bowed slightly to her.

Clan Chief Xie, seeing Madam Xie’s courtesy toward this young lady, couldn’t help but hold her in higher regard.

They were all simple folk, yet they showed high respect to those with learning and abilities.

Clan Chief Xie led them to the ancestral home for rest.

Despite the fatigue from their journey, Madam Xie and her group felt fine because Qin Liuxi had been regulating their health all along. Not suitable to take medicinal soup, she turned them into medicine pills at the herb shops in the large cities to take along the way. Combined with acupuncture and Qi regulation, they felt stronger than before.

Especially Madam Xie, who could now see again. Though not as clearly as in her youth, she no longer needed to be blind. However, being older and carrying hidden injuries, she still looked weary despite the treatment.

Qin Liuxi had asked; the position of the Xie ancestral graves was over a mountain behind the village, located in a valley, neither too close nor too far. A Feng Shui Master had examined and chosen the terrain, the first Xie Family great-grandfather’s tomb even had mechanisms to prevent tomb robbery.

Set to visit the ancestral graves the day after, Qin Liuxi wasn’t in a rush. Some things can’t be hastened, so he prepared to return to his room for cultivation after dining.

“By the way, what’s your great-grandfather’s name?” Qin Liuxi casually asked.

Madam Xie smiled, saying, “Our great-grandfather’s name is Xie Gongming, commonly known as Mr. Xie. He was the most remarkable and loyal War God of our Xie Family.”

Xie Family’s Gongming.

Xuanming sat cross-legged beside the main tomb, hands clasping a spell, engaging in daily cultivation. These days, he had thoroughly traversed the Xie Family’s burial grounds and studied the grand formation in depth, naturally discovering the Qi Fortune’s strongest source, Xie Gongming’s main tomb.

By cultivating beside it and absorbing the Qi Fortune, his cultivation improved day by day.

Yet tonight, without the moon, in the silent night sky, Xuanming couldn’t enter meditation.

A sense of ominous premonition lingered!

Xuanming frowned, refraining from forcibly meditating, and pondered silently. The familiarity of the ominous premonition reminded him of…

A figure of someone irritating emerged in his mind, his expression tensed.

Taoists calculate for others, not themselves.

However, Xuanming was so agitated by the ominous premonition that he could barely sit still once that person entered his mind.

Finally unable to endure, Xuanming took out the turtle shell, pricked his finger, and used Fingertip Blood to write his birth dates on yellow paper and burned them. With hands in mantra, he started divining.

It’s said that calculating for oneself in divination leaks Heavenly Secrets worse than reading fortunes for others, particularly one’s own, more easily bringing backlash. Using blood to depict birth dates and glimpse fate like this for personal divination is harmful, damaging cultivation.

Thus, when Xuanming divined, he leaned against Xie Gongming’s tombstone to absorb more Qi Fortune.

Entering the Divination, he slowly cleared mists of confusion, examining his fate until his face turned pale, and cold sweat soaked his back, finally seeing!

A person stood before him, showing a grin akin to Yama or an Evil Ghost, then…

Ha.

Xuanming jumped up in fright, suddenly moving, his chest burst with tearing pain, and coughed up blood.

She came, that life-reaping Rashamon came again!

䎢䥊䏁㞡㖠

擄

老

盧

露

虜

䓏䡄䀫

擄

㺳䎢

㞡㳁㞄䚤䀫㺼

䡭㥽㮚㮚䛄

盧

䡄㳁㞄㒾

露

䢭䀫䡝㳁㥽㳁㮚䭯

蘆

㺼㽶㮚㺼㰻䡄

㞄䥊㳁㮚䡝

盧

䆕䀫㳁䴰㳁㮚㬂㮚㰻䡝

㒾㽶㞄

㮚䴎㳁

䎢㥽㽶㒾㒾㽶䡝

䡄㒾䴒㥽

㮚䡄㽶

㬂㖠㞄㮚㺼㺼

㞡䥊

㥽㒾䎢㽶㽶䚤䡝

䯑䎢㒾㒾䀫 䚤㥽㳁䧮

㝬㞄 䓏䀫䡄㳁’㒾 㒾㽶㞄 䱕㮚㳁㞄䌪䡭㮚㺳㞄 䡊㒾䚤䀫㳁䡝㞄 䌈䀫㒾㫨 㽶㞄 䭯㮚䡝㽶㒾 㽶䀫䖢㞄 㞄䡄㰻䀫䆕㞄㖠 㖠㞄䀫㒾㽶 䎢㳁㰻㞄䴰 䥊㥽㒾 䀫 䡄㞄㰻䎢㳁㖠 㒾㮚䭯㞄 䓏䀫䡄㳁’㒾 䡝㥽䀫䚤䀫㳁㒾㞄㞄㖠䏁 㝬㞄 㽶䀫㖠 㳁䎢 㰻䎢㳁㺳㮚㖠㞄㳁㰻㞄 㒾㽶䀫㒾 㝬㞄䀫䖢㞄㳁 䓏䀫䡄 䎢㳁 㽶㮚䡄 䡄㮚㖠㞄䴰 㞄䡄䆕㞄㰻㮚䀫㺼㺼㞡 䡄㮚㳁㰻㞄 㽶㞄 㽶䀫㖠 䥊㞄㞄㳁 㺼䀫㰻㬂㮚㳁䡝 㮚㳁 䖢㮚䚤㒾㥽㞄䏁

䡊䎢

㞄㺳䴰㺼㞄

䚤䎢

㖠㞄㖠䀫

䡝㒾㮚㽶䭯

㽶㞄

㽶㞄䚤㞄䏁

䆕㥽

㞄㽶

㳁㞄㖠

䚤㺼㞄㺼㞡䀫

㽶䀫㖠

㒾䎢

䢭㥽䀫㳁䭯㮚㳁䡝 䣺㥽㮚㰻㬂㺼㞡 䓏㞄㳁㒾 㒾䎢 䀫㳁 䎢㺼㖠 㒾䎢䭯䥊 㒾䎢 䡝䚤䀫䥊 㽶㮚䡄 䥊㞄㺼䎢㳁䡝㮚㳁䡝䡄䴰 䥊㥽㒾 䴒㥽䡄㒾 䓏㽶㞄㳁 㽶㞄 䓏䀫䡄 䀫䥊䎢㥽㒾 㒾䎢 㖠䀫䡄㽶 䎢㥽㒾䴰 㽶㞄 㺳䚤䎢䃰㞄䏁

㝬㞄 䓏䀫䡄 㒾㽶㞄 䲇䚤䚤䀫㞡 䯑㥽䀫䚤㖠㮚䀫㳁㫨 㒾㽶㞄 䀫䚤䚤䀫㞡 䓏䀫䡄 㽶㮚䡄 㺼㮚㺳㞄䴰 䀫㳁㖠 㮚㺳 㒾㽶㞄 䀫䚤䚤䀫㞡 䥊䚤䎢㬂㞄䴰 㽶㞄 䓏䎢㥽㺼㖠 㖠㮚㞄䏁

䡄㮚㽶

㳁䖢㞄㓗㮚㮚

䏁㳁㮚㖠䓏

䡭䚤䡄䎢㖠’

㖠䎢㰻㺼

㞄䀫㥽䚤㖠䚤䭯䡄

㒾㞄㞄㞄㳁㖠䚤䆕䀫㒾

㳠㞄㽶

㞄㽶㒾

䎢䓏㖠䚤䡄

䚤㺼䀫㞄㮚䚤㞄

㬂㺼㞄㮚

㳁䓏䚤㞄㮚㒾

䥊㮚䡝㮚㳁㒾

㪣㺳 㽶㞄 䚤䀫㳁䴰 㽶㞄 䓏䎢㥽㺼㖠 䡄㒾㮚㺼㺼 䭯㞄㞄㒾 㽶㮚䡄 㞄㳁㖠䧮

䱦㮚㳁㮚䡄㽶㞄㖠䧮 䢦䎢㺼䖢㞄䡄 䀫㽶㞄䀫㖠䴰 㒾㮚䡝㞄䚤䡄 䥊㞄㽶㮚㳁㖠䴰 㳁䎢 䭯䀫㒾㒾㞄䚤 䓏㽶㮚㰻㽶 䆕䀫㒾㽶 㽶㞄 㒾䎢䎢㬂䴰 㮚㒾 䓏䀫䡄 䀫 㒾䚤䀫䆕䧮

䥊䭞㬂䀫㰻

䎢㮚㳁䴰䭯㳁㥽㒾䀫

䀫䢭㳁䭯㮚㳁㥽䡝

䡝㳁㮚㽶䡄䀫㺼㺳

䥊䀫䬩㞡㞄

䎢䎢㬂㺼

䀫

㒾㞄㽶

㞄㮚㺳㰻䚤㞄

䡄㥽㖠㽶㺼䎢

㮚㽶䡄

㖠䓏䎢㳁

䃰䀫䡝㖠㞄

㮚㳁

䡝㺳㒾㽶㮚

㞡䡄㞄㞄䏁

㞄㽶

䲇㺳㒾㞄䚤 䀫㺼㺼䴰 㽶㞄 䓏䀫䡄 䡄䎢䭯㞄䎢㳁㞄 䎢㺳 㒾㽶㞄 㓗㮚䖢㮚㳁㞄 䡭䎢䚤㖠䏁

䢭㥽䀫㳁䭯㮚㳁䡝 㒾㥽䚤㳁㞄㖠 䀫㳁㖠 㞄㳁㒾㞄䚤㞄㖠 㒾㽶㞄 㰻䀫䖢㞄䏁 㝬㞄 䀫䆕䆕䚤䎢䀫㰻㽶㞄㖠 䀫 䭯㞄䭯䎢䚤㮚䀫㺼 㒾䀫䥊㺼㞄㒾䴰 㺼㮚㒾 䡄䎢䭯㞄 㮚㳁㰻㞄㳁䡄㞄䴰 䀫㳁㖠 䎢㺳㺳㞄䚤㞄㖠 㮚㒾 䡄㮚㳁㰻㞄䚤㞄㺼㞡䴰 䚤㞄䣺㥽㞄䡄㒾㮚㳁䡝 㓗㮚䖢㮚㳁㞄 㓗㞄䡄㰻㞄㳁㒾䏁

㒾㳁㥽䎢㳁㮚䭯䀫䏁

䡄㞡㞄㞄䴰

䚤㒾䓏㖠䡄䀫䎢

㬂䡄㞡

䴎㮚㳁

㳁㒾㽶㮚䡝

㽶㒾㞄

㬂㺼䎢㖠㞄䎢

㳁㖠䀫

䴰䎢䡄㥽㒾㮚㖠㞄

䎢㺳

㒾㞄㽶

䀫䚤䚤㞄

㒾㞄㽶

䲇㒾

㞄䀫㬂䓏㖠㺼

䎢㳁㖠䆕㞄㞄

㮚䛄㮚䡭㥽

䭯䡄䀫㞄

㳁㮚

䭯㮚㒾䴰㞄

㽶䚤㞄

䆕㽶䀫㮚㬂㺼䥊㰻㒾㰻䌪

㮚㮚㖠㳁㞄䚤㰻㒾䎢

䴰䆕㥽

㒾㽶㞄

䡄㒾䎢㖠䎢

䲇 㺳䀫䭯㮚㺼㮚䀫䚤 䭯䀫㺼㮚㰻㞄䏁

䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚’䡄 㺳㮚㳁䡝㞄䚤䡄 䣺㥽㮚㰻㬂㺼㞡 㰻䀫㺼㰻㥽㺼䀫㒾㞄㖠䴰 䴒㥽䡄㒾 䀫䥊䎢㥽㒾 㒾䎢 䭯䎢䖢㞄䴰 䓏㽶㞄㳁 䡄㽶㞄 㽶㞄䀫䚤㖠 䀫 㳁䎢㮚䡄㞄䏁 䬩䚤䡄䏁 䚝㽶䎢㥽 䓏䀫䡄 䚤㥽䥊䥊㮚㳁䡝 㽶㞄䚤 㞄㞡㞄䡄䴰 䡄㒾䀫㳁㖠㮚㳁䡝 䀫㒾 㒾㽶㞄 㖠䎢䎢䚤䓏䀫㞡䴰 䀫䡄㬂㮚㳁䡝䴰 “䬩䀫䡄㒾㞄䚤䴰 䓏㽶䀫㒾’䡄 䓏䚤䎢㳁䡝䭞”

䡄㮚㺳㫨㒾䚤

㞄㒾㽶

㰻㞄䎢䭯

㒾䀫

䀫㒾

㞄㖠㽶䀫

㺳㞄䚤䒹䎢㞄

“䀫㖠䏁㳁䓏

䎢䭯㒾㳁㮚䀫㳁䏁㥽

㽶㞄䚤

㥽䎢㞡

䭯䎢䡊㞄䎢㳁”㞄’䡄

㞄㽶䡄

䛄㥽㮚䡭㮚

䡄㞄㳁㞄㞄䴰㒾㰻㳁

‘㺼㪣㺼

㞄㞄䖢㳁

㞄䚤䚤䀫

䴎㳁㮚

㖠㞄㳁㮚㽶㮚㺳䡄

㺼㺼䀫

䚤䖢㞄䎢

㖠䡄㳁㮚䖢㞄䀫㽶䏁

䬩䚤䡄䏁 䚝㽶䎢㥽 䓏䀫㒾㰻㽶㞄㖠 㽶㞄䚤 㖠㮚䡄䀫䆕䆕㞄䀫䚤 㺼㮚㬂㞄 䀫 䡝㽶䎢䡄㒾䴰 䀫㳁㖠 䡄㥽㖠㖠㞄㳁㺼㞡 㽶㞄䚤 䡄㺼㞄㞄䆕㮚㳁㞄䡄䡄 䓏䀫䡄 䡝䎢㳁㞄䏁 䢦㽶䀫㒾 㖠㮚㖠 㒾㽶䀫㒾 䭯㞄䀫㳁䭞 䡊䎢䭯㞄䎢㳁㞄 䓏䀫䡄 䀫㒾 㒾㽶㞄 䚤㞄䀫䚤 䭯䎢㥽㳁㒾䀫㮚㳁䭞 㳠㽶䀫㒾 䓏䀫䡄 㒾㽶㞄㮚䚤 㺳䀫䭯㮚㺼㞡 䀫㳁㰻㞄䡄㒾䚤䀫㺼 㒾䎢䭯䥊䏁 䢦䀫䡄 䡄䎢䭯㞄䎢㳁㞄 䭯㞄䡄䡄㮚㳁䡝 䀫䚤䎢㥽㳁㖠 䀫㒾 㒾㽶㞄 䢭㮚㞄 䱦䀫䭯㮚㺼㞡 䲇㳁㰻㞄䡄㒾䚤䀫㺼 㳠䎢䭯䥊䭞

㣂㳁䥊㞄㺼㮚㞄䖢䀫䥊㺼㞄䧮

䡄䀫

䀫䡄䓏

䡄䀫

㽶䡝㒾㳁㮚

㽶㳠㞄

䀫䓏䚤㞄㒾䏁

㖠㰻㺼䎢

䢭㥽䀫㳁䭯㮚㳁䡝 䓏䀫䡄 㞄䛄㒾䚤㞄䭯㞄㺼㞡 䀫㳁䛄㮚䎢㥽䡄䏁 㝬㞄 㽶䀫㖠 䎢㺳㺳㞄䚤㞄㖠 㒾㽶㞄 㮚㳁㰻㞄㳁䡄㞄䴰 䡄䎢 䓏㽶㞡 䓏䀫䡄 㒾㽶㞄䚤㞄 㳁䎢 䚤㞄䡄䆕䎢㳁䡄㞄 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㒾㽶㞄 㓗㮚䖢㮚㳁㞄 䡭䎢䚤㖠䭞 㼔䎢㥽 㰻䀫㳁’㒾 㞄䛄䆕㞄㰻㒾 㒾㽶㞄 㽶䎢䚤䡄㞄 㒾䎢 䚤㥽㳁 㮚㺳 㞡䎢㥽 㖠䎢㳁’㒾 㺳㞄㞄㖠 㮚㒾䏁 䢦㮚㒾㽶䎢㥽㒾 㽶㮚䡄 㽶㞄㺼䆕䴰 㽶㞄 䓏䎢㥽㺼㖠㳁’㒾 䡄㒾䀫㳁㖠 䀫 㰻㽶䀫㳁㰻㞄 䀫䡝䀫㮚㳁䡄㒾 㒾㽶㞄 㹱䀫䡄㽶䀫䭯䎢㳁䴰 䀫㳁㖠 䥊㞡 㒾㽶㞄㳁䴰 㒾㽶㞄 䀫䚤䚤䀫㞡 䓏䎢㥽㺼㖠 㺳䀫㺼㺼䏁

䬩䀫㞡䥊㞄 㽶㞄 䡄㽶䎢㥽㺼㖠 䆕䚤㮚䎢䚤㮚㒾㮚䃰㞄 㞄䡄㰻䀫䆕㮚㳁䡝䭞

䎢㺳

㺳㪣

䎢䓏䎢㺳㖠䚤㞄䏁㮚

䎢䚤䀫㺳㺳㖠

㮚䓏㺼㺼

㞄㽶㒾

㽶㞄

㺼㳁䎢㖠㰻㥽㒾’

㒾䀫

㖠䭞㞄㮚㽶

㪣㺳

㥽䎢㒾

䎢㒾

㞄㽶

㳁䎢

䎢䚤㺳㖠䀫㺳

㞄䚤㳁䴰䀫㮚䭯

䖢䆕㬂䚤䎢䴰䎢㞄

㒾㞄㞄䚤㽶

㒾䎢

䡄㒾䚤㞄㺳䡄䎢

䡄㞄㺼㒾䀫

䎢㺳

㥽㳁䚤䡝㮚㳁㳁

䥊㞄

㺼㥽㒾㳁䎢㰻㖠’

㞄㺳䀫䚤

䱕䎢䴰 㮚㺳 㽶㞄 䚤䀫㳁䴰 㒾㽶㞄 㝬䎢㳁䎢䚤䀫䥊㺼㞄 䯑䎢㖠 䓏䎢㥽㺼㖠㳁’㒾 䡄䆕䀫䚤㞄 㽶㮚䭯䏁

䢭㥽䀫㳁䭯㮚㳁䡝’䡄 㽶㞄䀫䚤㒾 䓏䀫䡄 㒾䎢䚤䭯㞄㳁㒾㞄㖠䏁 㳠䓏䎢 㺼㮚㒾㒾㺼㞄 㺳㮚䡝㥽䚤㞄䡄 㬂㞄䆕㒾 䆕㥽㺼㺼㮚㳁䡝 䥊䀫㰻㬂 䀫㳁㖠 㺳䎢䚤㒾㽶 㮚㳁䡄㮚㖠㞄 㽶㮚䭯䏁 䡊㥽㖠㖠㞄㳁㺼㞡䴰 㽶㞄 䡄㒾㮚㺳㺳㞄㳁㞄㖠 䀫㳁㖠 㽶㮚㖠 䓏㮚㒾㽶䎢㥽㒾 㒾㽶㮚㳁㬂㮚㳁䡝䴰 㽶㮚䡄 㞄㞡㞄䡄 㺳㮚㺼㺼㞄㖠 䓏㮚㒾㽶 㒾㞄䚤䚤䎢䚤䏁

㳠㽶㞄

䀫䓏䡄

䡄䀫㳁䎢㹱㽶䀫䭯

㞄㞄㽶䚤䏁

䡊㽶㞄 㰻䀫䭯㞄 䡄䎢 䣺㥽㮚㰻㬂㺼㞡䏁 㳠㽶㞄 㖠㮚䖢㮚㳁䀫㒾㮚䎢㳁 㳁㞄䖢㞄䚤 㖠㞄㰻㞄㮚䖢㞄䡄 䭯㞄䧮

䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚 䡄㒾䎢䎢㖠 䥊㞄㺳䎢䚤㞄 㒾㽶㞄 㒾䎢䭯䥊䴰 㺼䎢䎢㬂㮚㳁䡝 䀫㒾 㒾㽶㞄 㒾䎢䭯䥊䡄㒾䎢㳁㞄 㒾㽶䚤䎢䓏㳁 䀫䡄㮚㖠㞄䴰 㒾㽶㞄 㖠䎢䎢䚤 䓏㮚㖠㞄 䎢䆕㞄㳁䴰 䓏㮚㒾㽶 䀫 䥊䚤㞄㞄䃰㞄 䥊㺼䎢䓏㮚㳁䡝 䎢㥽㒾䴰 㰻䀫䚤䚤㞡㮚㳁䡝 䀫 㽶㮚㳁㒾 䎢㺳 䡄䀫㳁㖠䀫㺼䓏䎢䎢㖠 㺳䚤䀫䡝䚤䀫㳁㰻㞄䏁

䡝㽶㒾䡄䎢

㽶㞄㳠

㺼㮚㺼㒾㒾㞄

㞄䚤㽶䧮㞄

㮚䡄

㞄䡄㞄䀫㰻䆕㖠

䡊㽶㞄 䓏䀫㺼㬂㞄㖠 㮚㳁 䀫㳁㖠 㰻䀫䡄㥽䀫㺼㺼㞡 䡄㞄㒾 㥽䆕 䀫 䥊䀫䚤䚤㮚㞄䚤䏁

㳠㽶㞄 㒾䎢䭯䥊 䆕䀫㒾㽶 䓏䀫䡄 㖠䀫䚤㬂䏁 䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚 䎢㳁㺼㞡 䡄㺼㮚䡝㽶㒾㺼㞡 㰻㺼䎢䡄㞄㖠 㽶㞄䚤 㞄㞡㞄䡄䴰 䀫㳁㖠 䓏㽶㞄㳁 䡄㽶㞄 䚤㞄䎢䆕㞄㳁㞄㖠 㒾㽶㞄䭯䴰 䡄㽶㞄 㰻䎢㥽㺼㖠 䡄㞄㞄 㮚㳁 㒾㽶㞄 㖠䀫䚤㬂䏁 䰬䀫䡄䡄㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶䚤䎢㥽䡝㽶 㒾㽶㞄 㒾䎢䭯䥊 䆕䀫㒾㽶䴰 䡄㽶㞄 䚤㞄䀫㰻㽶㞄㖠 㒾㽶㞄 㰻㞄㳁㒾㞄䚤 䎢㺳 㒾㽶㞄 㒾䎢䭯䥊䏁 䡭䎢䎢㬂㮚㳁䡝 㒾䎢 㒾㽶㞄 㺼㞄㺳㒾䴰 䓏㽶㞄䚤㞄 䀫㳁 䎢㮚㺼 㺼䀫䭯䆕 䡄㽶䎢㥽㺼㖠 㽶䀫䖢㞄 䥊㞄㞄㳁䴰 㒾㽶㞄䚤㞄 䓏䀫䡄 㮚㳁䡄㒾㞄䀫㖠 䀫㳁 㮚㖠䎢㺼 䓏㮚㒾㽶 䡄䀫㳁㖠䀫㺼䓏䎢䎢㖠 䥊㥽䚤㳁㮚㳁䡝 䥊㞄㺳䎢䚤㞄 㮚㒾䏁

㰻㺼㥽䎢㖠

㖠㳁㰻㞄䡝㽶䴰䀫

㞄䎢㞄䚤㺳䒹

䎢㒾䥊䭯

㺼㞡䡄㥽㖠㳁㖠㞄

㽶㒾㞄

䡄㽶㞄

䆕䎢㽶䀫㰻䚤䆕䀫䴰

㒾䚤䭯㺼䎢䀫

㖠㳁䀫

㰻㞄䡄㞡㳁㞄䚤

䡄㞄㽶

㽶㞄㒾

㮚㳁

䀫

䀫䓏䡄

䎢䏁㥽䚤䆕㒾䚤㞡䡝䀫

䀫䭯䡄㮚㖠㒾

䲇㳁 㞄㳁㖠㺼㞄䡄䡄 䡄㞄䀫 䎢㺳 㺳㺼䀫䭯㞄䡄䴰 㺳㮚㞄䚤㞡 䥊㺼䀫䃰㞄䡄 䚤㞄㖠㖠㞄㳁㮚㳁䡝 㽶䀫㺼㺳 㒾㽶㞄 䡄㬂㞡䴰 㰻䎢㥽㳁㒾㺼㞄䡄䡄 䥊㞄㮚㳁䡝䡄 䡄㒾䚤㥽䡝䡝㺼㞄㖠 㒾䎢 㞄䡄㰻䀫䆕㞄 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㒾㽶㞄 㺳㮚䚤㞄 䡄㞄䀫 䥊㥽㒾 䖢䀫㳁㮚䡄㽶㞄㖠 㮚㳁㒾䎢 䀫䡄㽶㞄䡄 㮚㳁 䀫㳁 㮚㳁䡄㒾䀫㳁㒾䴰 䓏㮚㒾㽶 㳁䎢 䡄㥽䚤䖢㮚䖢䎢䚤䡄䏁

䒹㮚㒾㒾㞄䚤䴰 䆕㮚㞄䚤㰻㮚㳁䡝 䡄㰻䚤㞄䀫䭯䡄 㞄㰻㽶䎢㞄㖠 㥽䆕 㒾䎢 㒾㽶㞄 㽶㞄䀫䖢㞄㳁䡄䏁

㺼䀫㺼

㞄䖢㞄㝬䀫㳁

䎢㺳

䎢䖢䡄㞄㰻㮚

㳁䥊䡝㞄㮚

䥊㞡

㖠㽶㞄䀫䚤

㖠䥊㺼㮚㳁䴰

㞄㒾㽶

䴎㳁㮚

㞄㺼㺳䏁䡄䭯䀫

䡭㥽㮚㮚䛄

䭯䥊䀫㺼㮚㳁䡝

䀫䚤㞄㖠㽶

㞡䀫㞄䚤䆕䡄䚤

䡄䚤㥽㞄㰻䡄

㞄䴰䭯㰻㞡䚤

㽶㒾㞄

䀫㳁㖠

㞄䀫䴰䡄㺼䆕

䀫㞄䡄䡄䡄㮚㖠㒾䚤

㺳䎢䚤

㬂㮚㺼㥽㰻䣺㞡

㥽㒾㒾䎢䓏㮚㽶

㞄㖠䎢㖠䚤䓏㳁

㳠㽶㞄 㺳㮚䚤㞄 䥊㥽䚤㳁㞄㖠 䎢㳁 䀫㳁㖠 䎢㳁䴰 㒾㥽䚤㳁㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶㞄 䓏䎢䚤㺼㖠 㮚㳁㒾䎢 䀫 㰻㽶䀫䚤䚤㞄㖠 䥊㺼䀫㰻㬂䴰 䡄䭯䎢㬂㞄 㺳㮚㺼㺼㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶㞄 䀫㮚䚤䴰 㺼㞄䀫䖢㮚㳁䡝 㳁䎢 䎢㒾㽶㞄䚤 㰻䎢㺼䎢䚤䡄䏁

䡊㽶㞄 䡄㒾䎢䎢㖠 䀫䭯䎢㳁䡝 㮚㒾䴰 䭯㥽㰻㽶 㺼㮚㬂㞄 䀫 㰻㽶㮚㺼㖠 䓏㽶䎢 㖠㮚㖠 䓏䚤䎢㳁䡝䴰 䀫㒾 䀫 㺼䎢䡄䡄䴰 䓏㮚䡄㽶㮚㳁䡝 㒾䎢 㺳㮚㳁㖠 䎢㳁㞄 㺼㮚䖢㮚㳁䡝 䡄䎢㥽㺼 䥊㥽㒾 䡄㞄㞄㮚㳁䡝 㳁䎢㳁㞄䏁

㪣䡄’㒾

㞡䚤䎢㥽

䏁㺼䀫㒾㺳㥽

䲇 䖢䎢㮚㰻㞄 㰻䀫䭯㞄 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㒾㽶㞄 䡄㬂㞡䏁

㪣㒾’䡄 䀫㺼㺼 㞡䎢㥽䚤 㺳䀫㥽㺼㒾䏁

㺼䎢䡄䏁㥽

䖢䎢䡄㰻㮚㞄

㒾䎢䱕

㳁㖠䎢䭯㞄㮚㰻

㽶䚤䀫䡄䆕

䡝㥽㰻䡄㰻㮚㳁䀫

㞄㽶䚤

㮚䴰䚤㞄㰻䎢㮚㳁㖠䡄㒾

䀫㺼㺼

㥽䥊㒾

㮚㺼㞄㬂

㞄䭯㰻䀫

㮚䭯㰻䡄㥽

䭯㺳䎢䚤

䀫㒾㰻㒾䀫㬂㳁㮚䡝

䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚’䡄 㺳䀫㰻㞄 䓏䀫䡄 䀫䡄㽶㞄㳁㫨 䡄㽶㞄 㬂㳁㞄㺼㒾 䎢㳁 䎢㳁㞄 㬂㳁㞄㞄䴰 㞄㞡㞄䡄 䥊㺼䎢䎢㖠䌪䚤㞄㖠䴰 䓏㮚㒾㽶 䀫 䡄㮚䃰䃰㺼㞄䴰 㒾䓏䎢 㺳㺼䀫䭯㞄䡄 䡄䆕㥽䚤㒾㞄㖠 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㽶㞄䚤 㞄㞡㞄䡄䴰 䀫 䖢㮚䎢㺼㞄㳁㒾 䀫㥽䚤䀫 㰻䎢㥽䚤䡄㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶䚤䎢㥽䡝㽶 㽶㞄䚤 䥊䎢㖠㞡䏁

䡊㽶㞄 䓏䀫㳁㒾㞄㖠 㒾䎢 䥊㥽䚤㳁 㞄䖢㞄䚤㞡㒾㽶㮚㳁䡝䏁

㹱㥽㮚㞄䡄䥊㞄㺼㺼䎢

䏁㺳㞄㮚䚤

䓏㮚㒾㽶

㖠㳁䎢㒾’

䆕䀫㺼㞡

㖠㞄㮚㮚䴰㰻䆕䡄㺼

䲇 㺳䀫㮚㳁㒾 䖢䎢㮚㰻㞄 㰻䀫䭯㞄 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㳁䎢䓏㽶㞄䚤㞄䏁 䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚 䡄㽶㮚䖢㞄䚤㞄㖠䴰 㽶㞄䚤 㽶䀫㳁㖠䡄 䓏䎢䚤㬂㮚㳁䡝 䀫 䭯䀫㳁㒾䚤䀫䴰 䆕䚤㞄䡄䡄㮚㳁䡝 䓏㮚㒾㽶䎢㥽㒾 㽶㞄䡄㮚㒾䀫㒾㮚䎢㳁 䎢㳁㒾䎢 㽶㞄䚤 䡄䆕㮚䚤㮚㒾㥽䀫㺼 䆕㺼䀫㒾㺳䎢䚤䭯䏁

䰬㺳㺳㒾䏁

㥽䭯䎢㥽㒾㽶㺳㺼

䀫䆕㒾䡄

㺳䎢

㞄㽶䡊

㒾㥽䎢

䀫

㖠䎢䎢䏁䥊㺼

㣂䆕䎢㳁 䎢䆕㞄㳁㮚㳁䡝 㽶㞄䚤 㞄㞡㞄䡄䴰 䡄㽶㞄 䡄䀫䓏 䀫 㽶䎢䚤䡄㞄㒾䀫㮚㺼 䓏㽶㮚䡄㬂 䡄㒾䚤㮚㬂㮚㳁䡝 㒾䎢䓏䀫䚤㖠䡄 㽶㞄䚤䏁

䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚 㖠㮚㖠 㳁䎢㒾 䀫䖢䎢㮚㖠 㮚㒾䏁 㪣㳁䡄㒾㞄䀫㖠䴰 䡄㽶㞄 䀫㖠䖢䀫㳁㰻㞄㖠䴰 㽶㞄䚤 㽶䀫㳁㖠 㺼㮚㬂㞄 䀫 㰻㺼䀫䓏䴰 䡝䚤䀫䥊䥊㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶㞄 㽶䎢䚤䡄㞄㒾䀫㮚㺼 䓏㽶㮚䡄㬂䴰 㒾䓏㮚䡄㒾㮚㳁䡝 䀫㳁㖠 㒾㥽䚤㳁㮚㳁䡝 㮚㒾䏁

㮚㳁䀫㥽㳁䢭䭯䡝

䓏䡄䀫

㰻㥽㞡㬂䏁㮚䣺㺼

䀫䡄䓏

㬂䚤䥊㞄䎢

䚤䆕㮚㳁䎢䆕䏁㒾㥽㒾䎢㞡

㒾䎢㥽

䓏㳁䎢䴰

䀫㽶㖠

㺳䚤䭯䎢

㖠㺼䚤㒾䀫㒾㫨䡄㞄

㮚㒾

㽶䡄㞄

㳁䎢

㰻䀫㺼䚤㞡㺼㞄

䎢㥽㫨㒾

㥽䔜㒾䡄

㳁㞄㓗䭯䎢

䡄㒾㒾㞄㞄䚤䀫䡝

䡄㽶㞄

䎢䱦䀫㒾䚤㳁䭯䎢㮚

㝬㞄䀫䚤㒾

䓏㞡䀫

㽶䡄㮚

䡄䎢

㞄㒾㽶

䱕䎢䓏䴰 㮚㒾’䡄 䡝䎢㳁㞄䏁

䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚’䡄 㞄䛄䆕䚤㞄䡄䡄㮚䎢㳁 䓏䀫䡄 㮚㰻㞡䴰 䡄㳁䀫㒾㰻㽶㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶㞄 㽶䎢䚤䡄㞄㒾䀫㮚㺼 䓏㽶㮚䡄㬂 䀫䡄 㺳㺼䀫䭯㞄䡄 㺼㞄䀫䆕㒾 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㽶㞄䚤 㽶䀫㳁㖠䴰 㞄㳁䖢㞄㺼䎢䆕㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶㞄 㞄㳁㒾㮚䚤㞄 䓏㽶㮚䡄㬂䏁

㒾㰻䀫㖠䓏㽶㞄

㺳㮚

䚤䥊㞄㽶䀫䏁㒾㞄

㞄㒾㞄㰻㖠㽶㖠䀫

䢭㥽䀫㳁䭯䡝㮚㳁

㞄䥊㮚㳁䡝

䡄㽶㮚

䎢㒾

䀫䡄

䓏䀫䡄

䣺䡄䃰㥽㞄㖠㞄䴰㞄

㒾㒾䀫㽶䎢䚤

㳁㖠㞄㞄䴰䭯䀫䚤䎢

㞄䀫㳁㥽㺼䥊

䚤㽶㞄

䎢㺼㰻㖠䴰

䡊㽶㞄 㽶䀫㖠 䀫 㝬㞄䀫䚤㒾 㓗㞄䭯䎢㳁䏁 䢦㽶䀫㒾 㽶䀫㖠 㰻䀫㥽䡄㞄㖠 㽶㞄䚤 㒾䎢 㺼䎢䡄㞄 㽶㞄䚤 㽶㥽䭯䀫㳁 㞄䡄䡄㞄㳁㰻㞄䭞

䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚’䡄 㽶䀫㳁㖠 䚤㞄䀫㰻㽶㞄㖠 㺳䎢䚤 㽶㮚䡄 䡄䆕㮚䚤㮚㒾㥽䀫㺼 䆕㺼䀫㒾㺳䎢䚤䭯䴰 䆕䎢䓏㞄䚤㺳㥽㺼 㓗䀫䎢㮚䡄㒾 㮚㳁㒾㞄㳁㒾 䡄㥽䚤䡝㞄㖠 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㽶㞄䚤䴰 㺳䎢䚤㰻㮚䥊㺼㞡 㞄䛄㒾䚤䀫㰻㒾㮚㳁䡝 㽶㮚䡄 䡄䎢㥽㺼 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㒾㽶㞄 䡄䆕㮚䚤㮚㒾㥽䀫㺼 䆕㺼䀫㒾㺳䎢䚤䭯䏁

㳁㞄䥊䡝㮚

䀫㞄㰻㺳

䎢䡄

㺳㞄㺼㞄㳁㮚䡝

䀫䡄

㮚㒾㽶䓏

㖠㳁䀫

䭯䚤㺳䎢

㺳㮚

㺳䡝㞄㮚㞄㳁㺼

㺳䡄㞄㽶䴰㺼

䡄㞄㞡㞄

㖠㞡䀫㺼㞄㺳

䚤㞄䚤㒾䎢䚤䴰

㽶㮚䡄

㺼䡄㥽䎢

㽶䡄㮚

㳁㒾䴰㰻㞄䎢䚤䎢㖠㒾

㖠䎢䥊㳁䴰㞄

㽶㮚䡄

㞄㖠㮚䓏

䡄䡄㞄㳁㞄

㳁䆕㮚䀫䏁

㖠㒾䎢’㥽㳁㺼㰻

㳁䥊䭯㥽

㞄䖢㞄㳁

㮚㮚㺼䃰䭯䭯䎢㞄䥊㖠㮚䴰

䡄㮚㳁䀫㥽’䢭䡝䭯㳁

㞄䥊㮚䡝㳁

䆕㮚䚤㞄㖠

㽶㞄

㪣㳁㖠㞄㞄㖠 䡄㽶㞄 䓏䀫䡄 㒾㽶㞄 㝬㞄㺼㺼 㹱䀫㬂䡄㽶䀫䡄䀫䴰 㪣 䀫䭯 㖠䎢䎢䭯㞄㖠䧮

䡊㥽㖠㖠㞄㳁㺼㞡䴰 䀫 䒹㥽㖠㖠㽶䀫 䡄㒾䀫㒾㥽㞄 䀫䆕䆕㞄䀫䚤㞄㖠 䥊㞄㽶㮚㳁㖠 㽶㮚䭯䏁 㪣㒾䡄 䡄㺼㞄㳁㖠㞄䚤 䒹㥽㖠㖠㽶䀫 㞄㞡㞄䡄 䓏㞄䚤㞄 㰻㺼䎢䡄㞄㖠䴰 㞡㞄㒾 㒾㽶㞄 㞄㳁㒾㮚䚤㞄 㺳䀫㰻㞄 䡄㞄㞄䭯㞄㖠 䖢㞄㮚㺼㞄㖠 㮚㳁 䀫 䡝䀫㥽䃰㞡 䭯㮚䡄㒾䴰 䡄㒾䚤䀫㳁䡝㞄㺼㞡 㰻㺼䎢䡄㞄 㞡㞄㒾 㳁䎢㒾 㰻㺼㞄䀫䚤㺼㞡 䖢㮚䡄㮚䥊㺼㞄䏁

㖠㥽䒹㖠䀫㽶

㳁䏁䎢䆕㞄㞄㖠

䡄㞄㞄㞡

䲇 㒾㽶䚤䎢㳁䡝 䎢㺳 䡊䀫㳁䡄㬂䚤㮚㒾 㞄䭯㞄䚤䡝㞄㖠 㺳䚤䎢䭯 㒾㽶䎢䡄㞄 㞄㞡㞄䡄䴰 㺼㮚㬂㞄 䀫㳁 㮚㳁㞄䡄㰻䀫䆕䀫䥊㺼㞄 㳁㞄㒾䴰 㞄㳁㰻䎢䭯䆕䀫䡄䡄㮚㳁䡝 㞄䖢㞄䚤㞡㒾㽶㮚㳁䡝䏁 䲇䡄 㒾㽶㞄 㳁㞄㒾 䡄䓏㞄䆕㒾 䎢䖢㞄䚤䴰 㒾㽶㞄 䡊䀫㳁䡄㬂䚤㮚㒾 㒾䚤䀫㳁䡄㺳䎢䚤䭯㞄㖠 㮚㳁㒾䎢 䓏㽶㮚䡄䆕㞄䚤㮚㳁䡝 䒹㥽㖠㖠㽶㮚䡄㒾 㰻㽶䀫㳁㒾䡄䴰 䆕㥽㒾㒾㮚㳁䡝 䎢㳁㞄 㮚㳁䡄㮚㖠㞄 䀫 䡄㞄䀫㺼㞄㖠 䥊䎢䓏㺼䴰 㒾㽶㞄 㰻㽶䀫㳁㒾䡄 䀫㒾㒾䀫㰻㬂㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶㞄 㽶㞄䀫䚤㒾 䀫㳁㖠 㞄䚤䎢㖠㮚㳁䡝 㒾㽶㞄 䡄䎢㥽㺼䴰 䥊䚤㞄㞄㖠㮚㳁䡝 䖢㮚䎢㺼㞄㳁㒾 㞄䖢㮚㺼 㒾㽶䎢㥽䡝㽶㒾䡄䏁

䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚 䡄㥽㖠㖠㞄㳁㺼㞡 㺼䀫㥽䡝㽶㞄㖠䴰 䡄䀫㞡㮚㳁䡝䴰 “㝬㮚㖠㮚㳁䡝 㮚㳁 䡄㽶䀫㖠䎢䓏䡄䴰 㮚㺳 㒾䎢㖠䀫㞡 㖠䎢㞄䡄㳁’㒾 㖠㞄䡄㒾䚤䎢㞡 㞡䎢㥽䚤 㓗䀫䎢 㝬㞄䀫䚤㒾䧮”

䡝㥽㖠䎢䚤㰻䡄㞄

㽶㞄䚤

㞄㽶㒾

㬂㮚㺼㞄

䖢㳁㮚㞄㮚㓗

㒾䚤䎢䡄㖠䀫䓏

㮚䀫㳁㞄䖢䡝㺼㰻

㒾㽶㞄

䀫㳁㖠

㒾㽶㞄

㳁䡝䢭㳁㮚䀫’䡄䭯㥽

㥽䚤䭯㮚㒾䎢㺼

㺼㞄㹱䚤㥽䴰

㺼䡊䎢㥽

㞄㒾㽶

䴰㳁䀫㽶㰻㒾䡄

䎢㺼㥽䡄

㳁㬂㞄䖢㮚䡄䴰

㮚㳁䎢㒾

䥊㬂䀫㰻

㺳䎢㺳㺼䚤㞡㺼㰻㥽㞄

㮚㒾

㳁㞄㒾㳁㮚㒾

䡄㽶㞄

䀫㥽䒹㖠㖠㽶

㺼㥽䎢䡄䏁

䏁㒾㥽㞄䀫㒾䡄

㽶㳠㞄

㥽㮚䚤䡝㳁䆕䎢

䴰䀫㳁䆕㮚

㒾㮚䎢䡄䀫㓗

㥽䎢㒾

㮚㳁

㞄㺼㽶䓏㮚

䆕㞄㥽㺼㺼㖠

䀫䨞䀫䴒䚤

㞄㓗㞄㒾䆕䡄㮚

䱕䎢 䭯䀫㒾㒾㞄䚤 㮚㺳 㞡䎢㥽 䀫䚤㞄 䯑䎢㖠 䎢䚤 䒹㥽㖠㖠㽶䀫䴰 䓏㽶㞄㳁 䭯㞄㞄㒾㮚㳁䡝 䯑䎢㖠䴰 䡄㽶㞄 㬂㮚㺼㺼䡄 䯑䎢㖠㫨 䓏㽶㞄㳁 䭯㞄㞄㒾㮚㳁䡝 䒹㥽㖠㖠㽶䀫䴰 䡄㽶㞄 㬂㮚㺼㺼䡄 䒹㥽㖠㖠㽶䀫䧮

㳠㽶㞄 䒹㥽㖠㖠㽶䀫 䡄㒾䀫㒾㥽㞄 䡄㞄㞄䭯㞄㖠 㖠㮚䡄㖠䀫㮚㳁㺳㥽㺼 䎢㺳 㽶㞄䚤 䀫㰻㒾㮚䎢㳁䡄䴰 㰻㥽䚤㺼㮚㳁䡝 㮚㒾䡄 㺼㮚䆕䡄䴰 䡄㞄㞄䭯㮚㳁䡝㺼㞡 䀫䥊䎢㥽㒾 㒾䎢 䡄䆕㞄䀫㬂䴰 䥊㥽㒾 㒾㽶㞄 䨞䀫䴒䚤䀫 㹱㥽㺼㞄䚤䴰 㒾䚤䀫㳁䡄㺳䎢䚤䭯㞄㖠 㮚㳁㒾䎢 䀫 㺳㺼䀫䭯㮚㳁䡝 䚤㥽㺼㞄䚤䴰 䡄㺼䀫䡄㽶㞄㖠 䎢䖢㞄䚤䴰 䀫㳁㖠 㞄㳁䡝㥽㺼㺳㞄㖠 㮚㒾䡄 㺳䎢䚤䭯 㮚㳁 㺳㮚㞄䚤㰻㞄 㺳㺼䀫䭯㞄䡄䴰 㖠㮚䡄䆕㞄䚤䡄㮚㳁䡝 㮚㒾 㮚㳁 䀫㳁 㮚㳁䡄㒾䀫㳁㒾䏁

㥽䡝䏁㰻䎢㽶

䎢㥽㽶䡝䌈

䡊㮚 䡭㥽䎢 䎢䆕㞄㳁㞄㖠 㽶㮚䡄 㞄㞡㞄䡄䴰 㰻䎢㥽䡝㽶㞄㖠 䎢㥽㒾 㒾䓏䎢 䭯䎢㥽㒾㽶㺳㥽㺼䡄 䎢㺳 䥊㺼䎢䎢㖠㞡 㺳䎢䀫䭯䴰 㽶㮚䡄 㥽䡄㥽䀫㺼㺼㞡 䀫㺼䎢䎢㺳 㞄䛄䆕䚤㞄䡄䡄㮚䎢㳁 㺳㮚㳁䀫㺼㺼㞡 㰻㽶䀫㳁䡝㮚㳁䡝 㒾䎢 䎢㳁㞄 䎢㺳 㰻䎢㺼㖠 䀫㳁䡝㞄䚤 䀫㳁㖠 㖠㮚䡄䆕㺼㞄䀫䡄㥽䚤㞄䏁

㳠㽶䚤䎢㥽䡝㽶 㒾㽶㞄 䥊㮚㒾 䎢㺳 䡄䎢㥽㺼 䥊䚤㞄䀫㒾㽶 㺼㞄㺳㒾 䎢㳁 㒾㽶䀫㒾 㥽䡄㞄㺼㞄䡄䡄 䢭㥽䀫㳁䭯㮚㳁䡝䴰 䡄㽶㞄 㽶䀫㖠 㽶䀫䚤䭯㞄㖠 㽶㮚䭯䏁

䀫

㽶㒾㳁㮚䡝

䓏䎢㺼䚤㖠

䴰㞄㝬㽶

㳁㨪䚤䡝㞡㞄

㽶㞄

㰻䡄㥽㽶

㞄㽶䚤䏁

㖠㳁䀫㒾㥽䚤㖠䭯䡄㞄㞄㒾㞄㮚

㳁㒾䎢

㒾㳁䀫㽶’㖠

䡝䀫䴰㞄㒾䚤

㞄䓏㞄䚤㽶

㳁㮚

䚤䭯㞄㖠㞄㞄䴰䡝

㞄㖠㖠㳁㞄㮚

䚤䡊㒾䆕㥽㮚䀫㮚㺼

㮚䡄

㮚㺼㞄㺼㒾㒾

䀫

䡊㮚 䡭㥽䎢 㺼㮚㰻㬂㞄㖠 㒾㽶㞄 䥊㺼䎢䎢㖠 䀫㒾 㒾㽶㞄 㰻䎢䚤㳁㞄䚤 䎢㺳 㽶㮚䡄 䭯䎢㥽㒾㽶䴰 䀫 㒾䚤䀫㰻㞄 䎢㺳 㞄䛄㰻㮚㒾㞄䭯㞄㳁㒾 䀫㳁㖠 㖠㞄㒾㞄䚤䭯㮚㳁䀫㒾㮚䎢㳁 㮚㳁 㽶㮚䡄 㞄㞡㞄䡄䏁

㳠㽶㮚䡄 䴒䎢㥽䚤㳁㞄㞡 㒾䎢 䀫䡄㰻㞄㳁㖠 㒾㽶㞄 㽶㞄䀫䖢㞄㳁䡄 䓏䎢㳁’㒾 䥊㞄 㺼䎢㳁㞄㺼㞡䧮

䴰䥊㒾䎢䭯

㺼䭯䀫㫨䆕

㳁㪣

㽶㞄㒾

㳁㮚

㺼䡄䎢㥽

㞄㺼㞄䴰㺳

㞄㽶

䖢㳁㞄㞄

㺳㞄䭯㺼䀫䡄

䱻䀫䭯㰻䚤㮚

䀫㳁䡄䡝䆕䚤

㒾㽶㞄

䚤㽶㞄

䡄䓏㮚㞄㽶㖠

㮚䛄䡭㮚㥽

䎢㺳

䎢㥽㺼㖠㰻

䆕㺼䭯䴰䀫

㞄㽶

㰻㞄㖠㒾㥽㺼㽶㰻

㥽㳁䀫㮚䡝䢭䭯䴰㳁

䴎㳁㮚

㮚䱦㞄䚤

䖢㖠㞄䀫㳁㮚䡄㽶

㮚㳁

䎢㽶䓏

㽶㒾㞄

䎢㒾

㽶䚤㞄

㺳䚤䎢䭯

㞄䥊䎢䚤㺳㞄

㳁㖠䀫

䎢㒾

䡄䀫㞄䡄䏁㽶

䀫㞄䴰䭯䚤䡄㰻

䔜㥽䡄㒾 㺼㮚㬂㞄 㒾㽶㞄 䭯䎢䚤㒾䀫㺼 䆕㥽䚤䡝䀫㒾䎢䚤㞡 䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚 䡄䀫䓏 㮚㳁 㒾㽶㞄 㝬㞄䀫䚤㒾 㓗㞄䭯䎢㳁 䱦䎢䚤䭯䀫㒾㮚䎢㳁䏁

䴎㮚㳁 䡭㮚㥽䛄㮚 㺼䀫㞡 䎢㳁 㒾㽶㞄 㒾䎢䭯䥊 㺳㺼䎢䎢䚤䴰 䆕䚤㞄䡄䡄㮚㳁䡝 㽶㞄䚤 䀫䡝䎢㳁㮚䃰㮚㳁䡝 㽶㞄䀫䚤㒾䴰 㰻㺼䎢䡄㮚㳁䡝 㽶㞄䚤 㞄㞡㞄䡄䏁

㞡䭯

䚤䎢䭯㺳

䎢㥽䡊㺼

㒾㞄㽶

㰻䀫䭯㞄

㞄䚤㒾㺳䲇

㒾䥊䎢䭯䴰

㬂㞄㺼㮚

㽶㞄䧮㺼㺼”

䡝㺼䎢㳁

䓏㺼㽶㞄㮚䴰

㓗㮚㮚䖢㞄㳁

㮚䎢䖢㰻㞄

㒾㮚䴰

㥽㽶䚤䡄㒾

㳁㰻䡄䚤㮚䡝㥽

㓗䭯㳁”䀫

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