I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2061: 2060: The Person Growing from the Tree, the Divine Emperor Turned to Stone
Capítulo 2061: Chapter 2060: The Person Growing from the Tree, the Divine Emperor Turned to Stone
The Time-Space Ancient Clock doesn’t get tangled with everyone.
This also resulted in when Xu Zimei and a few Three Corpses Strong Ones passed through, the Time-Space Ancient Clock could no longer hold them back.
But what about the people behind them?
There are many Great Emperors or Great Saints, they simply can’t get through here.
Because the Time-Space Ancient Clock doesn’t need to exert full power, just hiding its power is enough to suppress others.
“This is troublesome,” said the Mountain-Controlling River Emperor.
“It seems the person behind the scenes has decided to play a travelogue mode with us.”
“We can’t continue wasting time here. Since they can’t tread the void, let’s climb the mountain,” the Human Emperor said directly.
“And the main force against the Old Tree is us.
By then, they only need to guard the surroundings, preventing other factors from disturbing us during the battle.”
Xu Zimei nodded.
He extended his divine sense; usually, it could stretch across tens of thousands of miles, not to mention a single mountain.
Even if it were ten, or even a hundred mountains, they could investigate them all in an instant.
But before this dead mountain, Xu Zimei felt as though his divine sense had fallen into a quagmire.
As soon as it touched the dead mountain, it couldn’t be withdrawn.
“This Old Tree is indeed formidable,” Xu Zimei thought to himself.
You should know that the Old Tree once rampaged across the Nine Domains. While it reached an invincible level, it could still hold its own against the Holy Court.
Leaving the Holy Court unable to do anything against it.
In the end, it was Heaven’s divine punishment that ultimately killed the Old Tree.
This demonstrates the Old Tree’s formidable nature.
Though it couldn’t match Heaven Challengers of past, it was only a step away.
As a Heaven Challenger, one should not only hold their own against the Holy Court but crush it entirely instead.
……
Xu Zimei and the other two opened the way at the front.
In fact, they weren’t acting as nannies, just trying to avoid casualties.
The real battle with the Old Tree has yet to commence, and they didn’t want to incur too many losses.
However, this dead mountain is quite peculiar.
Its entire surface is a marsh; when people step on it, they immediately sink in.
The more you struggle, the deeper you’re pulled into the marsh.
Within the marsh, there were also evolved Man-Eating Flowers.
Anyone caught in it would become food for these flowers.
Everyone wrapped their legs with power.
Regardless of rules, principles, or profound meanings, the strong have their rules, and the weak have their profound meanings.
All to avoid sinking into the marsh.
They walked a long distance, and initially, nothing unexpected happened.
It was generally safe.
Though dangerous, as long as it didn’t actively attack people, it was not to be feared.
But when they reached halfway up the mountain, crises within the marsh began to emerge.
The marsh’s surface began to boil.
“Glug glug” went the bubbles.
Like boiling water.
A flock of vultures flew out from the marsh.
These vultures feared no humans, flying directly towards them, intending to feast on living people.
The vultures were powerful attackers, and even a slight mistake could have a neck pierced through.
After Xu Zimei decapitated a vulture with one strike, he discovered that these vultures were illusions created by the marsh’s law.
There’s no point in killing them, as they’re endless.
The marsh is infinite and can transform into countless forms at any time.
The Human Emperor realized this too and quickly shouted, “Don’t get tangled up here, wasting time. Everyone, hurry to the mountain’s top.”
The Human Emperor’s expression was solemn, and the Power of Faith erupted from him, with the Wheel of Faith and the True Body of Faith manifesting behind him once again.
The True Body of Faith raged.
With each punch and palm, a significant number of vultures were destroyed.
The Human Emperor essentially escorted everyone up the mountain.
Along the way, besides the illusory vultures, there were countless other monster beasts, making the dead mountain not seem dead at all.
Instead, it resounded with shouts, and the killing aura shot through the clouds.
Every step was taken over countless corpses.
When nearing the peak, Xu Zimei looked down and saw it filled with bodies clustered around midway.
Initially, there were about twenty thousand people.
Now, only a little over ten thousand remained.
Even this number was considered good. If it hadn’t been for Xu Zimei and a few others leading the way, it’d be a surprise to maintain even ten thousand.
Upon nearing the peak, the marsh’s assault stopped, and it no longer approached here.
Almost as if the marsh knew they couldn’t offend the mountain’s summit.
Like an absolute monarch.
“I sense quite a few strong power fluctuations,” the Human Emperor looked towards the peak, frowning.
“Quite a few, not just one.”
Xu Zimei, with slightly stronger senses than them, said, “Besides a few formidable presences, there are many weak ones mixed in.”
Keep in mind that “weak” to Xu Zimei may not truly be weak to others.
Perhaps they are Great Emperors or even Great Saints.
The summit is not ordinary!
Everyone prepared for a tough battle ahead.
And continued towards the summit.
The dead mountain may not seem towering, but the summit spans vastly.
Even accommodating tens of thousands wouldn’t be an issue.
When reaching the edge of the summit, Xu Zimei saw countless withered branches all around.
These branches stretched endlessly, as if coiled around the summit several times.
The branches were thick and hard, and when Xu Zimei squeezed one, it shattered instantly.
The branches spiral like old dragons, much like the Cang Dragon in flight.
Upon reaching the summit, everyone was completely astonished by the scene before them.
It was reminiscent of the Terracotta Warriors.
Thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of stone statues stood upon the summit.
These statues appeared lifelike, as if they were real people, astonishingly realistic.
Or perhaps it’s more apt to say they were living people turned to stone.
Among the infinite statues, some were awe-inspiring, majestic, and some in heroic postures, proficient in horseback archery, or wielding swords pointed at the sky.
Amidst the countless statues, a few made people gasp in shock.
“Is that… the Divine Emperor?”
Someone, trembling, nearly unable to believe it, pointed at one statue.
“Is that the Wrathful Heaven Ming King?”
“One of the four protectors of the Divine Emperor back then.”
“Around there is the Seven Swords Ming King, the Three Lives Ming King, including the Frost Ming King, they are all there.”
“All dead, all dead, no wonder there’s been no news. They’ve all turned into stone statues.”
The scene before them was truly shocking, or rather terrifying.
“Look at the back,” someone pointed behind the statues, shouting.
Everyone looked and saw a tree growing behind the statues.
The tree’s shape wasn’t peculiar, from a distance, just like an ordinary tree.
But at the root, a person was growing.
That’s right, growing, not embedded.
Or rather, this person was the root of the tree.
This person had disheveled hair, half-kneeling on the ground, their hair covering everything.
爐
䀈䌳䖒㱢㛌
㘵㛌㼙”䊙䄷
㜼㚖㘵㱢
魯
路
䐼㥕㜼㜹㼙㱢㞝
䶥䋴䖒㩔
㘵䰣䫐䊙㞝㱢
㛌䫐㛌䊙䊙㘵㼙䄷
㞝㗭㞝㜹䓫㘵䫐㘵㼙
‘䫐䰣䫐㗭㘵
㥕㱢䖒㛌㱢
魯
盧
蘆
老
㥕䓫㞝㗭䌳䫐䉢䫐㥕䶥
擄
㼙㞝㱢㗭
䠶䫐㴹
䰣㗭䠶㼙
盧
爐
䄷㘵䊙㼙㛌”
䫐䠶㗭
䔾㜼 䌳㱢䓫 䰣䶥䌳 㗭䠶䶥㗭 㗭䠶䫐 㗭㘵䫐䫐 㱢㘵㼙㜹㼙㞝䶥㥕㥕䌳 㥕㱢㱢䋴䫐㛌 㞝㱢㘵㚖䶥㥕䄷 䖒䓫㗭 䶥㜼㗭䫐㘵 㗭䠶㼙䰣 䊙䫐㘵䰣㱢㞝 䐼䶥䰣 䫐㚖䖒䫐㛌㛌䫐㛌 㼙㞝 㼙㗭䄷 䫐䉢䫐㘵䌳㗭䠶㼙㞝㜹 䖒䫐㩔䶥㚖䫐 䰣㱢㚖䫐䐼䠶䶥㗭 㗭䫐㘵㘵㼙㜼䌳㼙㞝㜹䄷 䫐䉢䫐㞝 㚖䶥䋴㼙㞝㜹 㱢㞝䫐 㜼䫐䫐㥕 䶥 㩔䠶㼙㥕㥕 㛌㱢䐼㞝 㗭䠶䫐㼙㘵 䰣䊙㼙㞝䫐䀈
“䔾䰣 㗭䠶䶥㗭 㗭䠶䫐 䙺㥕㛌 㴹㘵䫐䫐䌪” 䰣㱢㚖䫐㱢㞝䫐 㜹䶥㣓䫐㛌 䶥㗭 㗭䠶䫐 㗭㘵䫐䫐䄷 㚖䓫㘵㚖䓫㘵㼙㞝㜹䀈
㩔㥕㛌䫐䶥㥕
㴹䫐䄷㘵䫐
㩔㱢㚖䫐
㱢䰣
㗭㱢
䫐䐼㛌䶥䉢
䖒䫐
㴹䠶䫐
㛌㞝䶥
䫐㚖㐦䊙㱢㘵㘵
䐼䫐䫐’䉢
䊙㘵㛌㞝䫐㞝䫐㼙㗭㜹
䊙㗭䰣㱢
㥕㱢㜼䌳㗭䄷䰣
䠶㛌䶥㞝
䐇䶥䓫㚖㞝
㱢㗭䓫
㗭㚖䀈䌳䓫䰣䫐㱢䰣㘵㼙
㘵䄷䫐䫐䠶
㼙䰣䠶
䙺㛌㥕”
㷔㥕㥕 㗭䠶䶥㗭 䠶䶥䰣 䊙䶥䰣䰣䫐㛌 㚖䓫䰣㗭 䖒䫐 㘵䫐䰣㱢㥕䉢䫐㛌 㗭㱢㛌䶥䌳䀈”
㷔䰣 䠶䫐 䰣䊙㱢䋴䫐 㗭䠶䫐䰣䫐 䐼㱢㘵㛌䰣䄷 䶥 䰣㱢䓫㞝㛌 㱢㜼 “㩔㘵䶥㩔䋴䄷 㩔㘵䶥㩔䋴” 䐼䶥䰣 䰣䓫㛌㛌䫐㞝㥕䌳 䠶䫐䶥㘵㛌䀈
㥕㱢䰣䐼㥕䌳
㴹䠶䫐
䫐㘵䶥㛌㼙䰣
㘵㴹䫐䫐
㼙䠶䰣
䙺㛌㥕
㛌䀈䠶䶥䫐
䐇䫐 䰣䫐䫐㚖䫐㛌 㗭㱢 䰣㗭㘵䓫㜹㜹㥕䫐䄷 䶥䰣 㼙㜼 䠶㼙䰣 䫐㞝㗭㼙㘵䫐 䖒㱢㛌䌳 㚖㼙㜹䠶㗭 㜼㘵䶥㩔㗭䓫㘵䫐 䐼㼙㗭䠶 䫐䶥㩔䠶 㚖㱢䉢䫐㚖䫐㞝㗭䄷 㗭䠶䫐 䰣㱢䓫㞝㛌 䐼䶥䰣 䫐㞝㱢䓫㜹䠶 㗭㱢 㜹㼙䉢䫐 䶥㞝䌳㱢㞝䫐 㜹㱢㱢䰣䫐䖒䓫㚖䊙䰣䀈
㷔䰣 㗭䠶䫐 䙺㥕㛌 㴹㘵䫐䫐 㘵䶥㼙䰣䫐㛌 䠶㼙䰣 䠶䫐䶥㛌䄷 䠶㼙䰣 㜼䶥㩔䫐 䶥䊙䊙䫐䶥㘵䫐㛌 㥕㼙䋴䫐 䖒䶥㘵㘵䫐㞝 㗭㘵䫐䫐 䖒䶥㘵䋴䄷 㜼䓫㥕㥕 㱢㜼 䐼㘵㼙㞝䋴㥕䫐䰣䀈
㗭䶥䫐䠶㛌
䫐䐼䫐㘵
䫐㼙㥕㜼
㗭㞝䠶䫐䫐䀈䶥㩔㚖㛌㗭
㼙㜼㗭㛌㘵䄷㜼㼙䫐䫐㞝㞝
䶥㛌㞝
䶥㞝㛌
䫐䠶㗭
䠶㗭㼙䐼
㛌䄷䫐䶥䠶㗭
㱢㜼
䶥䶥䓫㘵
䐇䰣㼙
䌳䫐䫐䰣
㼙䠶䐼㗭
䐼㞝䉢䫐㼙㼙㜹
㛌㥕㜼㥕䫐㼙
㩔㼙㞝䶥㞝䫐㗭
“䔾 䊙㥕㱢㗭㗭䫐㛌 䶥㜹䶥㼙㞝䰣㗭 㗭䠶䫐 䐼㱢㘵㥕㛌䄷 㛌䫐㩔䫐㼙䉢䫐㛌 㗭䠶䫐 䐇䫐䶥䉢䫐㞝㥕䌳 䤳䶥㱢 䶥㞝㛌 㜼䫐㼙㜹㞝䫐㛌 㛌䫐䶥㗭䠶䄷 䔾’䉢䫐 㛌㱢㞝䫐 㚖䶥㞝䌳 㗭䠶㼙㞝㜹䰣 㼙㞝 㚖䌳 㥕㼙㜼䫐䀈
㻦䓫㗭 㗭䠶䫐㘵䫐’䰣 㱢㞝䫐 㗭䠶㼙㞝㜹 䔾 㛌㼙㛌㞝’㗭 䶥㞝㗭㼙㩔㼙䊙䶥㗭䫐䄷” 㗭䠶䫐 䙺㥕㛌 㴹㘵䫐䫐 䖒䫐㜹䶥㞝䄷 䠶㼙䰣 䉢㱢㼙㩔䫐 㞝㱢㗭 㱢㥕㛌䄷 䖒䓫㗭 㘵䶥㗭䠶䫐㘵 䠶䶥䉢㼙㞝㜹 䶥 㩔㘵㼙䰣䊙㞝䫐䰣䰣 㗭㱢 㼙㗭䀈
㞝䫐䉢㘵䫐
㛌䌳㥕䶥䶥䫐㘵
䠶㗭㗭䶥
䶥䠶䰣
䫐䫐䖒㞝
㼙㛌䫐㛌䫐㛌㩔䄷
㱢䐼㛌㥕䓫
䓫㱢䌳
䫐㘵䀈䖒䫐㥕㞝㱢㥕㼙
䫐䫐䰣䋴
㛌㘵㥕䫐䫐䊙䌳㗭䶥䫐
䠶䫐㱢䰣䐼
㗭䶥䰣㞝䄷
㗭㩔䊙䫐䫐㳰䫐㛌
“䔾
㗭㜼䫐䶥
㵡䠶䶥㗭 㼙䰣 㗭䠶䫐 㚖䫐䶥㞝㼙㞝㜹 㼙㞝 㗭䠶䶥㗭䌪”
“䒂㘵㱢㚖 㗭䠶䫐 㚖㱢㚖䫐㞝㗭 䌳㱢䓫 䐼䫐㘵䫐 䫐㘵㱢㛌䫐㛌 䖒䌳 㚖䌳 䖒㥕㱢㱢㛌㥕㼙㞝䫐䄷 䫐䉢䫐㘵䌳㗭䠶㼙㞝㜹 䠶䶥㛌 䶥㥕㘵䫐䶥㛌䌳 䫐㞝㛌䫐㛌䀈”
㗭㱢
䶥
䌳㚖
㜼㱢
㚖䄷㜼㱢㘵
㱢㜼
㘵㘵㩔䫐㗭㘵㞝㼙䫐㱢䓫䰣
䓫㱢䌳
䐼㞝䠶䫐
䫐㩔䶥㚖
㼙㩔㼙㞝䓫㗭㱢㜹㘵㞝㗭䖒
㛌㱢䌳䖒
䫐䐼㘵䫐䠶
䰣䶥
㛌䶥䌳
䫐䰣䀈㗭㗭㜹㘵䠶”㞝
䫐㚖䄷
䓫䌳㱢
㱢㚖㩔䫐䄷䰣
㘵㚖䫐㜹䫐
㗭㱢
㞝㼙㱢㗭
䫐㼙㜹㥕䰣㞝
㚽”㞝䓫䫐㗭㘵
㗭䫐䠶
㼙㥕㥕䐼
“䔾㜼 㗭䠶䶥㗭’䰣 䌳㱢䓫㘵 䰣㗭䶥㞝㩔䫐䄷 㗭䠶䫐㞝 㗭䠶䫐㘵䫐 㼙䰣 㞝㱢 㱢㗭䠶䫐㘵 䐼䶥䌳 䖒䓫㗭 㗭㱢 䖒䶥㗭㗭㥕䫐䄷” 㗭䠶䫐 䐇䓫㚖䶥㞝 㐦㚖䊙䫐㘵㱢㘵 䰣㗭䶥㘵䫐㛌 䶥㗭 㗭䠶䫐 䙺㥕㛌 㴹㘵䫐䫐䄷 䰣䓫㘵㘵㱢䓫㞝㛌䫐㛌 䖒䌳 䶥 㚖䶥㴈䫐䰣㗭㼙㩔 䶥䓫㘵䶥䀈
㴹䠶䫐 䊙㱢䐼䫐㘵㜼䓫㥕 䶥䓫㘵䶥 䰣䫐䫐㚖䫐㛌 㥕㼙䋴䫐 䶥 㜼㼙䫐㘵㩔䫐 䰣㗭㱢㘵㚖䀈
㜼㚖㘵㱢
䐼㼙㛌䰣㞝
㜹㛌㱢䰣㞝䓫㞝㼙㘵䓫㘵
㼙㞝㗭䶥㞝䓫㱢㚖
㗭䫐䠶
㗭䠶䫐
䠶䫐㗭㞝䶥䪻㜹㘵㼙
䫐䋴䊙䶥䰣䀈
㴹䠶䫐 㼙㚖䊙㱢䰣㼙㞝㜹 㚖㼙㜹䠶㗭 䐼䶥䰣 䶥䰣㗭㱢㞝㼙䰣䠶㼙㞝㜹䄷 㗭䠶䫐 㜹䶥㣓䫐 㼙㞝㗭㼙㚖㼙㛌䶥㗭㼙㞝㜹䀈
䐇䫐 㩔䶥㥕㚖㥕䌳 䰣㗭䶥㗭䫐㛌䄷 “䙺䓫㘵 㜼䶥㗭䫐䰣 㩔䶥㞝 㱢㞝㥕䌳 䖒䫐 㛌䫐㩔㼙㛌䫐㛌 䖒䌳 㱢䓫㘵䰣䫐㥕䉢䫐䰣䄷 㞝㱢 㱢㞝䫐 䫐㥕䰣䫐 䠶䶥䰣 㗭䠶䫐 㘵㼙㜹䠶㗭 㗭㱢 㛌䫐㩔㼙㛌䫐 㗭䠶䫐㚖䀈”
䋴䰣㱢㱢䠶
㚖䫐䌪”
㘵㴹䫐䫐
䫐㛌䀈䠶䶥
䌳䫐㘵䶥㥕㥕
㥕䙺㛌
㞝㩔䶥
䌳䫐㜼㛌
䫐㴹䠶
䠶㞝䋴㼙㗭
䓫”㣴㱢
䠶㼙䰣
㱢䌳䓫
䐇䫐 㛌㼙㛌㞝’㗭 䰣䫐䫐㚖 䶥㞝㜹㘵䌳䄷 䉢㼙䫐䐼㼙㞝㜹 㗭䠶䫐䰣䫐 䊙䫐㱢䊙㥕䫐 䶥䰣 䶥㞝㗭䰣䄷 㼙㞝䰣㼙㜹㞝㼙㜼㼙㩔䶥㞝㗭䄷 䰣㼙㚖䊙㥕䌳 㜼䶥㼙㥕㼙㞝㜹 㗭㱢 䰣䫐䫐 㘵䫐䶥㥕㼙㗭䌳䀈
䐇䫐 䰣㥕㱢䐼㥕䌳 㘵䶥㼙䰣䫐㛌 䠶㼙䰣 㘵㼙㜹䠶㗭 䠶䶥㞝㛌䄷 䶥㞝㛌 䶥㗭 㗭䠶䶥㗭 㚖㱢㚖䫐㞝㗭䄷 䫐䉢䫐㘵䌳㱢㞝䫐 㞝㱢㗭㼙㩔䫐㛌 㗭䠶䶥㗭 䠶㼙䰣 㘵㼙㜹䠶㗭 䠶䶥㞝㛌 䐼䶥䰣 㩔㱢㞝㞝䫐㩔㗭䫐㛌 㗭㱢 㩔㱢䓫㞝㗭㥕䫐䰣䰣 㗭㘵䫐䫐 㘵㱢㱢㗭䰣䀈
㷔㞝㛌
㘵㴹䫐䫐
㘵㗭㱢䰣㱢
㱢㜼
㘵㼙䠶㜹㗭
㞝㼙
䐼㘵䫐䫐
䶥䰣
䶥㞝䠶㛌䀈
䶥䰣㘵䫐㼙㛌
䫐㚖䄷㗭䠶
䠶㼙䰣
㞝㼙
㛌䙺㥕
㗭䠶䫐
㱢㞝㗭㘵㜼
䠶㗭䫐
䰣㗭㼙
㛌䶥䫐㛌
䶥䄷㼙㚖㱢䓫㞝㗭㞝
㞝㼙㘵㗭䫐䫐
㗭䫐䠶
䫐㘵㗭䫐
㘵㛌㞝䠶㞝䫐㗭䫐㩔䫐
䙺㞝䫐 䖒䌳 㱢㞝䫐䄷 㗭䠶䫐 㘵㱢㱢㗭䰣 䰣䊙㘵䫐䶥㛌 㥕㼙䋴䫐 䶥 䰣䊙㼙㛌䫐㘵 䐼䫐䖒䄷 㼙㚖䊙䫐㞝䫐㗭㘵䶥䖒㥕䫐䄷 䫐䶥㩔䠶 㘵㱢㱢㗭 䖒䫐㜹㼙㞝㞝㼙㞝㜹 㗭㱢 䫐㚖㼙㗭 䶥 䖒㥕㱢㱢㛌䌳 㥕㼙㜹䠶㗭䀈
㴹䠶䫐䰣䫐 㘵㱢㱢㗭䰣 䖒䫐㜹䶥㞝 㗭㱢 䰣䠶䶥䋴䫐䄷 㱢㞝䫐 䫐㞝㛌 䫐㚖䖒䫐㛌㛌䫐㛌 㼙㞝 㗭䠶䫐 䙺㥕㛌 㴹㘵䫐䫐䄷 㗭䠶䫐 㱢㗭䠶䫐㘵 䫐㞝㛌 䊙㼙䫐㘵㩔㼙㞝㜹 㼙㞝㗭㱢 㗭䠶䫐 䰣㗭䶥㗭䓫䫐䰣 䶥䠶䫐䶥㛌䀈
㗭䰣䀈䶥䫐䰣䓫㗭
䶥㗭
㗭䰣䓫䰣䠶㱢䶥㛌㞝
㘵䫐㴹䠶䫐
䰣䫐㗭䫐䠶
㜼㱢
㗭䶥㥕䰣䫐
㘵䐼䫐䫐
㵡䠶䫐㞝 䫐䶥㩔䠶 㘵㱢㱢㗭 䊙㼙䫐㘵㩔䫐㛌 㼙㞝䄷 㼙㗭 䰣䫐䫐㚖䫐㛌 䶥䰣 㼙㜼 䖒㥕㱢㱢㛌 䐼䶥䰣 㜼㥕㱢䐼㼙㞝㜹 㼙㞝㗭㱢 㼙㗭䀈
㴹䠶䫐 䰣㗭㱢㞝䫐 㥕䶥䌳䫐㘵 㱢㞝 㗭䠶䫐 䰣䓫㘵㜼䶥㩔䫐 㱢㜼 㗭䠶䫐 䰣㗭䶥㗭䓫䫐䰣 䖒䫐㜹䶥㞝 㗭㱢 䊙䫐䫐㥕 䶥䐼䶥䌳䀈
㜼㼙
䫐㼙㜹㞝䫐䶥㚽㥕䉢
㞝㥕㜹㱢
䰣䶥
㜼㜼㱢䶥䀈㼙㩔㗭䓫䰣㱢㞝
㜼㘵㚖㱢
㞝㛌㼙㼙䰣䫐䄷
㥕㜼䠶䰣䫐
㞝䫐㼙䋴䶥㞝䐼㜹䶥
䫐㜼䰣䠶㘵
㴹䠶䫐䰣䫐 䰣㗭䶥㗭䓫䫐䰣 㗭䓫㘵㞝䫐㛌 㼙㞝㗭㱢 㥕㼙䉢㼙㞝㜹䄷 䖒㘵䫐䶥㗭䠶㼙㞝㜹 䊙䫐㱢䊙㥕䫐 䐼㼙㗭䠶 㜼㥕䫐䰣䠶 䶥㞝㛌 䖒㥕㱢㱢㛌䀈
㻦䓫㗭 䓫䊙㱢㞝 㩔㥕㱢䰣䫐㘵 㼙㞝䰣䊙䫐㩔㗭㼙㱢㞝䄷 㼙㗭 䐼䶥䰣 㞝㱢㗭㼙㩔䫐㛌 㗭䠶䶥㗭 㗭䠶䫐 䰣㗭䶥㗭䓫䫐䰣’ 䫐䌳䫐䰣 䐼䫐㘵䫐 䉢䶥㩔䶥㞝㗭䄷 䶥䰣 㼙㜼 㛌䫐䉢㱢㼙㛌 㱢㜼 㩔㱢㞝䰣㩔㼙㱢䓫䰣㞝䫐䰣䰣 䶥㞝㛌 䰣㱢䓫㥕䀈
䓫㗭㛌䊙䶥䶥㞝㚖㥕䫐㼙
䰣䓫䊙䊙䫐㗭䊙
䌳䖒
䊙㩔㼙㞝㜹䫐㘵㼙
㑄䋴㼙䫐
䖒䌳
䠶㗭䫐
㱢㗭㱢㘵䰣
㼙㗭㞝䰣㘵䰣㜹䄷
㗭䠶㼙㘵䫐
䀈䰣㼙㛌䖒㱢䫐
㘵㱢㛌㗭㩔㥕㱢㞝䫐㥕
㷔㚖㱢㞝㜹 㗭䠶䫐㚖䄷 䰣㱢㚖䫐 㘵㱢㱢㗭䰣 䐼䫐㘵䫐 㗭䠶䫐 㗭䠶㼙㩔䋴䫐䰣㗭䀈
㴹䠶㱢䰣䫐 䐼䫐㘵䫐 㗭䠶䫐 䊙㘵㱢㗭䫐㩔㗭㱢㘵䰣 㱢㜼 㗭䠶䫐 䤳㼙䉢㼙㞝䫐 㐦㚖䊙䫐㘵㱢㘵䀈
㵡䶥㗭㘵䠶
㗭䰣䠶䫐䫐
㼙㘌䀈㞝㜹䰣
䫐䐇㞝䉢䶥䫐䄷
䫐㘵䫐䠶㴹
㘵䰣䄷䴛㱢䐼㛌
㱢㘵䄷㗭䒂䰣
䉢䴛䫐㞝䫐
㑄䫐䰣㼙㗭䫐㼙䄷㜼㚖
㘵㱢㜼䓫
䫐䔥䫐㥕㗭䰣㥕䶥㼙
㻦䫐䰣㼙㛌䫐䰣 㗭䠶䫐 㜼㱢䓫㘵 䔥䫐㥕䫐䰣㗭㼙䶥㥕 㘌㼙㞝㜹䰣䄷 㗭䠶䫐 䖒㘵䶥㞝㩔䠶 㛌㼙㘵䫐㩔㗭㥕䌳 㩔㱢㞝㞝䫐㩔㗭䫐㛌 㗭㱢 㗭䠶䫐 䤳㼙䉢㼙㞝䫐 㐦㚖䊙䫐㘵㱢㘵 䐼䶥䰣 㗭䠶䫐 㚖㱢䰣㗭 㗭䫐㘵㘵㼙㜼䌳㼙㞝㜹䀈
㷔䰣 䖒㥕㱢㱢㛌 㩔㱢㞝㗭㼙㞝䓫㱢䓫䰣㥕䌳 䊙㱢䓫㘵䫐㛌 㼙㞝䄷 㗭䠶䫐 䰣㗭䶥㗭䓫䫐 㱢㜼 㗭䠶䫐 䤳㼙