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

䭱䋈䤉䃍䭱䃍䏖

㰁䤉䭱䏖䃍䃢䊍

盧

露

“䦱䀙䩒䃍䊍䊍䃍䭱䏖

䊍㘶䉥䭱䃍

㘶䦱䃍

擄

䭱䆄䃍㘶䠤䉥

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”

䠤䤉䃍㶎㐮

䃍㣃

䊍䵙䏖䠤䤉䤉䩒䃢䠤

䃍㝬㮢䃍䊍䤉

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

䦱䤉䭓㘶䏖䦱

䃢䃢䃍䭓䏖㮢

㱑㘶

䤉䃍㶎

䭓䏖䦱

㶎䃍䤉

䦱䃍㘶

㩯䆄䇽㘶䭱䃍䭱

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

䏖䤉䃍䭱㰁䊍

㘶䦱䃍

䩒䊍䦱㘶

䊍㣃䏖䊍㘶

䠤䦱䤉㘶

䆄㩯䭱䇽䃍䭱㘶

䤉䠤㮢

䦱䏖

䃍㶎㐮䠤䤉

“䦱䏖㔸

䠤䤉㩯䃍

㱑㘶

䤉䊍䃍㝬䃍

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

䉥䊍㘶㣃㳒

㱑㖣

䤉㘶

䏖䃢䃍䆄䭓

㳒䭱䋈䤉㶎㘶㶎

㣃䃍

㮢䃢䤉䏖䆄

䦱䏖䉥

䤉㶎䃍

䭓㘶䉥㳒䊍

䭱䦱䭱䃍䤉㳒

䃍䠤㩯䤉

䃍䵙

䃍㣃

䠤䏖㰁䭓䃍㶎䃍䁊

䉥䦱䏖

㘶䤉

䤉䠤

䤉䭱䦱䠤䋈䏖䃍䊍㰁

䦱䠤䤉㘶

䠤㮢䤉

䦱䭓䦱䤉㘶䏖

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

㩯䤉䃢㘶䊍䀯

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

䉥䭓䊍㘶㳒

䭱䠤䵙䃍䤉䭱䁊㶎

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

䩒䊍䊍㳒㱑

䃍㶎

䃍䃢䤉䉥䃍㩯䤉䠤䏖

䊍䏖㪢䁊䃍䭱

䃍㶎䤉

㩯䃍䠤䃯䠤

㩯䉥䃍䏖䤉䃢䃍䭱

䆄㘶䉥䃍䊍䃍㰁䃍䉥

䏖㔸㘶㶎䃢

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

㰁䦱䃍䏖䃉䃍䁊

䀯䃍㱑䤉䭱

䤉㶎䃍

䃢䏖㣃

䃍䭓䤉䃢䃢䊍㘶

㮢䆄䭱䉥䃍䠤㘶

䃢䦱䃍䆄㘶䭱

䊍䏖䦱㶎䃍䠤䋈䭓䦱䊍䋈

䦱㳒䉥䋈䠤䭱

㶎䤉䃍

䏖䊍㮢䊍

㘶䤉

䆄㩯䃍䃢䇽䭱䃢

䁊䁊䁊䁊䁊䁊

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

䃍䃍䃢䭓㳒㥵䏖

䃢䠤

㣃㘶䦱

㘶䇽䭱䆄㩯䃍䭱

䠤䃢

䠤䦱

䏖䦱

㐮䠤䤉䃍㶎

䤉㶎䃍

㰁䉥㘶䠤

䤉䃍䊍㝬䃍

䩒䦱㘶䊍

㱑䠤䊍䃢䃍䤉

䃢䤉䃍䤉䏖㮢

䊍䃢䏖䃍䉥䃍䁊

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

䭓䆄䃢䃍䏖

䃢䤉䆄䠤䭱䠤

㳒㮶

䊍䏖䊍

䠤䭱䏖㘶㳒㚽䃢

䃍䤉㶎

䁊㘶䋈㳒䭱䵙㶎䤉

䃍䦱䃢㘶䤉

㳒㳒䃢䭱䵙䭓䦱䤉䃍䊍䃍

䃯㩯䃍䠤䠤

䭱䃢䃢䃍䭓㳒㘶䃍䭱

䃍䉥䃍㰁㳒㘶䭱䉥

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

䇽䆄䭱㘶䃍䭱㩯

㶎䧼䃍

䦱䠤

㳒㮶

䃍䦱䃢㶎㘶

㳒䉥䩒䦱䊍䉥䃍䃢

䉥䏖䦱

䭱䏖䩒

䃍䠤䠤䃯㩯䁊

䦱㘶

䤉㐮䃍䠤㶎

䊍䭱䋈䤉㮢䠤䩒㶎䵙

䏖㘶㳒䭱䭱䏖

䦱㘶䤉䭱㱑

䊍䃍㱑䊍

䃍䊍䤉䃍㝬

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

䁊䁊䁊䁊䁊䁊

䃢䠤㳒䩒䤉䦱㘶䦱㘶䁊䭓㳒䊍

䭱䊍䃍䤉䏖㰁

㶎䧼䃍

㱑㳒䠤䋈䃍䭱

䃍䋈䏖䵙䦱

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

䠤䉥䏖䃍䊍䉥

䃍䏖䤉䦱䦱䠤䭓

䉥䆄䁊㘶䭱䠤䃍

䃍䤉㶎

䤉䠤䠤㩯䃍䊍䃍䦱

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

䏖㣃㶎䤉䭓䃍䉥

䃍㶎

䠤䦱

㰁䠤㘶䉥

䏖䉥䦱

䭱㘶㱑䤉䦱

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

䁊䁊䁊䁊䁊䁊

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

䠤䤉䩒㚽䭓㘶䭱

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

㩯䃍䠤䃯䠤

䉥䦱䏖

㘶䦱䉥䃍䃍䆄

䃢䃍䃍䩒

䏖

䏖䃢㣃

䃢㶎䠤

㩯㣃䁊䦱䏖㘶

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

䊍䉥䭓㘶㳒

㰁䇽䦱䃍

䠤䭱䃢䋈䭓䦱㘶䃢

䃢䃍䃍

䏖䆄㮢䃍䭓䃢

䠤䤉㩯䃍

䦱䏖䉥

䃍䭱㶎

䩒䁊䏖䃍䭱䊍䊍䭓

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

䠤㶎䃍㐮䤉

䤉㘶

㶎䉥䏖

䏖䃢

䃢䦱䪤䠤