Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2542: 250: Spirit Within the Ruins
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“The Six Candle Stick of Tongyou…”
Wang Ba's form darted ceaselessly through the Realm Sea Void, refusing to halt even briefly.
Within his thoughts, he swiftly reviewed the earlier botched merging of the six staffs.
The oppressive force of the Realm Sea of Origin was something he had foreseen, yet he never imagined that a True Immortal stage treasure could prove so utterly helpless against it.
Countless notions flooded his mind as a result.
With ideas flashing rapidly, his silhouette at last materialized in a well-known emptiness.
A massive human-like continent stretched out horizontally before him amid the void.
Even from a distance, the abundant auras of cultivators inside this human-shaped landmass reached his senses clearly.
He made no effort to conceal his presence, and the instant he arrived, cultivators' figures shot out swiftly from the landmass, their eyes brimming with wariness as they sped toward him.
Cheng Lianzi soon came into Wang Ba's view.
Cheng Lianzi's senses, however, surpassed those of the other cultivators by far. Detecting Wang Ba's aura, he probed it carefully for an instant, then directed nearby cultivators with orders before hurrying from the array to intercept Wang Ba.
“Ruins Master.”
Cheng Lianzi alighted nearby and offered a respectful bow.
Wang Ba gave a faint nod and inquired:
“Is everything alright within the ruins?”
Cheng Lianzi nodded in response and replied:
“Since the Ruins Master departed, no odd events have occurred; all has progressed smoothly.”
Wang Ba nodded again, which surprisingly spurred Cheng Lianzi to question:
“You previously mentioned that the Laowen Sect’s Patriarch once said that Zhang’s Ruins might be an Immortal’s Remains, is that true?”
Cheng Lianzi paused briefly in surprise but soon nodded and affirmed, “It is true.”
“It is said that many years ago, exchanges between the Second Realm Sea and Third Realm Sea were quite frequent, and immortals from the Second Realm Sea would descend to the lower realm now and then. But for some unknown reason, this stopped for a long period without any reports of immortals returning from the Second Realm Sea. According to the rumors recorded by the Patriarch, Zhang’s Ruins appeared in our Realm Sea during that time.”
Wang Ba offered a slight nod upon hearing these words.
Some clarity on Zhang’s Ruins' background now dawned on him.
Wasting no time, he drew the ancient horn, once received from Cheng Lianzi, directly from his Primordial Spirit.
Immortal power from his palm activated the horn, which promptly started emitting a dim glow.
As the horn displayed peculiar signs in Wang Ba's grip, Cheng Lianzi's face adopted a complicated look.
A faint frown appeared on Wang Ba's features.
For he quickly perceived that, despite activation, the horn dimmed rapidly once more, met with silence from the far side.
“Unwilling to come out?”
Wang Ba murmured under his breath.
Beneath Cheng Lianzi's gaze of astonishment, he then performed a distant bow toward Zhang’s Ruins and uttered with utmost respect:
“Thank you, Senior, for driving away the Tianshang Buddha Lord and saving me previously. I am immensely grateful and wish to thank you in person. I humbly ask for you to show yourself.”
“Senior?”
Wang Ba's display of humility and reverence left Cheng Lianzi stunned and perplexed, compelling him to glance toward Zhang’s Ruins as well.
A faction leader endowed with sharp insight, he swiftly tied this to Wang Ba's earlier probes into Zhang’s Ruins legends and grasped the truth in a flash.
Disbelief gleamed in his eyes as he fixed them on Zhang’s Ruins, holding his breath to avoid any disturbance, his mind churning with infinite doubts:
“Could it be, could it be the Patriarch was right, and Zhang’s Ruins really is the transformation of an Immortal’s Remains?”
Zhang’s Ruins in the distance stayed utterly still and mute.
This sight planted fresh uncertainty in Cheng Lianzi:
“Could it be the Ruins Master isn’t sure either, and is just probing?”
Scarce had this notion emerged when Wang Ba shook his head gently:
“Since Senior is unwilling to appear, I am anxious and must offend you. Please do not take offense, Senior.”
With no pause, he conjured from his Primordial Spirit one among the five staves—the True Fire Staff.
As he gripped it, immortal power roared forth, cloaking its length in blazing flames.
Wang Ba then hoisted his arm skyward and flung the jade staff with mighty force toward the far-off Zhang’s Ruins!
Cheng Lianzi stood dumbfounded by the spectacle!
He observed the True Fire Staff slicing past the protective formation around Zhang’s Ruins before crashing onto a hillside with thunderous impact.
Rocks burst forth in chaos!
The True Fire Staff teetered on the brink of burying itself deep within Zhang’s Ruins.
Yet in that very instant, the True Fire Staff froze atop the hill's surface, shaking fiercely yet bound in place, unable to penetrate further.
Cheng Lianzi trembled in shock as the head area of Zhang’s Ruins below saw its flat terrain suddenly erupt into enormous mountains, appearing like wrinkled brows when seen from afar.
The profoundly dark and empty eyes abruptly ignited with light, while the whole 'face' brimmed over with furious anger!
Lips vast like mountain chains parted open all at once, blasting forth a savage gale!
At the same moment, innumerable rocks tumbled down across the face of Zhang’s Ruins.
Cultivators within Zhang’s Ruins detected no noise at all, but Wang Ba and Cheng Lianzi positioned outside caught a thunderous bellow rising from the profound depths of Zhang’s Ruins.
That bellow surged with fury, though its words remained unclear, sounding like nothing more than a raw outburst of seething resentment.
“Alive, it’s alive!”
“Zhang’s Ruins is alive! It really is the Immortal’s Remains!”
Right then, as Cheng Lianzi stood beyond Zhang’s Ruins witnessing this astonishing sight, that very notion exploded in his thoughts first, sending his pupils into wild tremors!
老
䱛㮭䊖㕝䊖䰘
盧
蘆
䊖㹃㽅㩷䊖㔅㮭㐢
䩪㹃’䱛
盧
蘆
㽅䮸䨉䊖䊖㮭
櫓
老
櫓
㝏㛊䱛㽅
盧
擄
䥧㹃㮭䮸
㹃㙛䰘䊖
䨶㮭㩷㩩䬚䲙㐢䊖
䥧㽅㛊㝏 㹃 㔅㹃㽅䱛䊖 㩩㙛 㝏㽅䱛 㝏㹃㮭㐢㕝 㛊㝏䊖 䜿㔅䨶䊖 㒈㽅㔅䊖 䨉㛊㹃㙛㙛 㔅䊖㛊䨶㔅㮭䊖㐢 㛊㩩 㝏㽅㩷㕝 䈥㹃㮭㐢㽅㮭䮸 䗾㽅㛊㝏㽅㮭 䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃’䱛 䂿㔅㽅㩷㩩㔅㐢㽅㹃䈥 䨉㻏㽅㔅㽅㛊䬚
䜿㝏䊖㮭 㝏䊖 䱛䈥㽅䮸㝏㛊䈥㩓 䆟㩩䗾䊖㐢 㛊㩩䗾㹃㔅㐢䱛 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛㕝 㔅䊖䱛㻏䊖䰘㛊㙛䨶䈥䈥㩓 㩓䊖㛊 䰘㩩㮭㙛㽅㐢䊖㮭㛊䈥㩓 䱛㹃㩓㽅㮭䮸䦗
䊖䱛㹃㛊㕝㩓㙛
䊖㩷䬚”
㙛㩩䮸㽅䊖䲙㔅
䋜㮭㩩”䨶㔅㽅
㡿㽅㩩䱛㮭㛊㮭㽅䨶㔅
㔅㛊㩓䨶䈥
㔅㹃㔅䊖㽅䈥䊖
䨶㩓㔅㩩
㩓㩷
㽅㛊
㩩㩷㐢㻏䈥䰘䊖䊖䈥
䊖㐢䈥䬚䊖㔅
㙛㩩
㛊䊖㝏
㦬
䆟㩓
㹃䊖䱛䶆
㻏䈥䮸㽅㩩㹃㭙㩩䊖
㩓㩩䨶
㻏㝏䊖㩩
㝏㛊䊖
䱛㹃䗾
㔅㩩㙛
㹃㮭䰘
䰘㹃㩷㔅䰘㽅䰘㛊䨶䱛㮭䊖䬚
㕝䜿㹃㽅㽅㩓
㔅㩩㙛
㛊䊖䱛䮸㔅䊖
䁫㩩䗾䊖䲙䊖㔅㕝 㝏㽅䱛 㔅䊖䱛㻏㩩㮭䱛䊖 䗾㹃䱛 㩷䊖㛊 䗾㽅㛊㝏 㛊㝏䊖 㽅㮭㛊䊖㮭䱛䊖 㛊㔅䊖㩷䆟䈥㽅㮭䮸 㩩㙛 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝
䮤㩩䨶㮭㛊䈥䊖䱛䱛 㙛㔅㹃䮸㩷䊖㮭㛊䱛 䆟䨶㔅䱛㛊 㙛㔅㩩㩷 㛊㝏䊖 䱛䨶㔅㙛㹃䰘䊖 㩩㙛 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝 䱛㻏䈥㹃㛊㛊䊖㔅㽅㮭䮸 㽅㮭 㹃䈥䈥 㐢㽅㔅䊖䰘㛊㽅㩩㮭䱛䬚
㮭䬚䱛䱛㩩㽅㮭㝏㹃㛊㽅䮸
㛊㔅䈥䨶㩓
㔅㻏䗾䊖㩩
㹃䱛䗾
㝏㽅㔅䊖䜿
䮤㝏䊖㮭䮸 䔑㽅㹃㮭㭙㽅 㝏䨶㔅㔅㽅䊖㐢䈥㩓 䱛㛊㩩㩩㐢 㽅㮭 㙛㔅㩩㮭㛊 㩩㙛 䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃㕝 㽅㮭㛊䊖㔅䰘䊖㻏㛊㽅㮭䮸 㹃䈥䈥 㛊㝏䊖 㙛㔅㹃䮸㩷䊖㮭㛊䱛㕝 䆟䨶㛊 䗾㹃䱛 䨶㮭㹃䆟䈥䊖 㛊㩩 䆟䈥㩩䰘䶆 㛊㝏䊖 㛊䊖㔅㔅㽅㙛㩓㽅㮭䮸 䱛㩩䨶㮭㐢 䗾㹃䲙䊖䝝
㒈㹃䰘㽅㮭䮸 㛊㝏䊖 㔅㩩㹃㔅㽅㮭䮸 䰘㝏㹃㩩䱛 䈥㽅䶆䊖 㹃 㛊㽅㐢㹃䈥 䗾㹃䲙䊖㕝 䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃 㔅䊖㩷㹃㽅㮭䊖㐢 䰘㹃䈥㩷 㹃㮭㐢 䰘㩩㩷㻏㩩䱛䊖㐢䬚
䕔㛊
㮭㝏䰘㕝䊖䮸㹃
㽅㮭
䊖㛊㝏
䮸’䂢䱛㝏㮭㹃
㝏䱛㽅㛊
㛊㝏䊖
㮭㽅䊖㩷㩷䊖䱛
䱛䊖㐢㻏㛊㝏
㽅䲙㛊㛊䰘䱛㹃㩩㔅䨶䈥
㽅㮭䬚䰘㹃㻏
㝏㛊䊖
㩓䆟
㙛㔅䊖㛊㐢㝏㮭㽅䊖䮸
㙛䮸㽅㩓㮭䈥
㔅䱛㮭㽅䨶
㻱㮭䱛䨶㽅
䗾䊖䊖㔅
䗾㛊㝏㽅㽅㮭
㩩䈥䱛㹃
㙛㩩
㩷㩩䊖㩷㕝㛊㮭
㝏䊖㛊
㩷㙛㔅㩩
㛊㩩䨶
䜿㝏䊖㩓 㹃㛊㛊䊖㩷㻏㛊䊖㐢 㛊㩩 䊖䱛䰘㹃㻏䊖㕝 䆟䨶㛊 㽅㩷㩷䊖㐢㽅㹃㛊䊖䈥㩓 㙛䊖䈥㛊 㹃㮭 㽅㔅㔅䊖䱛㽅䱛㛊㽅䆟䈥䊖 㙛㩩㔅䰘䊖 㙛㔅㩩㩷 㛊㝏䊖 㐢䊖㻏㛊㝏䱛 㩩㙛 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝 䨶㮭㹃䆟䈥䊖 㛊㩩 㐢䊖㙛㩓 㽅㛊㕝 㛊㝏䊖㩓 㙛㩩䨶㮭㐢 㛊㝏䊖㩷䱛䊖䈥䲙䊖䱛 㙛㹃䈥䈥㽅㮭䮸 䆟㹃䰘䶆 㽅㮭㛊㩩 㛊㝏䊖 㔅䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝
䯙㩩㛊 㰽䨶䱛㛊 㛊㝏䊖㩷㕝 䊖䲙䊖㮭 䮤㝏䊖㮭䮸 䔑㽅㹃㮭㭙㽅㕝 䗾㝏㩩 䗾㹃䱛 㩩䨶㛊䱛㽅㐢䊖 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝 㽅㮭䊖䗆㻏䈥㽅䰘㹃䆟䈥㩓 㙛䊖䈥㛊 㹃 䨶㔅䮸䊖 㽅㮭 㝏㽅䱛 㝏䊖㹃㔅㛊 㛊㩩 㝏䊖㹃㐢 㛊㩩䗾㹃㔅㐢䱛 㛊㝏䊖 㔅䨶㽅㮭䱛䬚
䊖䈥䮸㔅㹃㭙㽅䦗㮭㽅
䱛䱛㮭䊖㐢䊖
㝏䊖
㮭㽅㝏㛊䊖㩷㩩䱛䮸
㝏㛊㝏㩩䨶䱛䮸㛊
䊖㩷㽅㩷㹃䊖㽅㐢㩓䈥㛊
㮭䮸㕝㔅䗾㩩
䮸㹃㽅㝏䈥㙛㮭䱛
㮭㽅㛊䊖㝏㕝䊖㔅㐢㒈䮸
䰘㩩䱛䱛䨶䈥㛊㮭䊖
䱛䗾㹃
㕝䆟㩓
㔅㩓㹃㽅䈥㐢㻏
“䜿㝏䊖 䰘㩩㔅䊖 㩩㙛 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝 㦬㛊’䱛 㛊㝏䊖 䰘㩩㔅䊖 㩩㙛 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝 䈟䨶㔅 䜿㔅䨶䊖 䨉㻏㽅㔅㽅㛊䱛 㹃㔅䊖 䆟䊖㽅㮭䮸 䰘㩩㮭㛊㔅㩩䈥䈥䊖㐢 䆟㩓 㽅㛊䝝”
㦬㮭 㛊㝏㹃㛊 㩷㩩㩷䊖㮭㛊㕝 䮤㝏䊖㮭䮸 䔑㽅㹃㮭㭙㽅 㙛䊖䈥㛊 㝏㽅䱛 䱛䰘㹃䈥㻏 㛊㽅㮭䮸䈥䊖 䗾㽅㛊㝏 㔅䊖㹃䈥㽅㭙㹃㛊㽅㩩㮭䝝
䱛㹃
䊖䶆䈥㽅
㝏㛊㛊㹃
䊖㝏
䗆㔅䊖䱛㽅䊖㩩䱛㮭㻏
㝏䊖
㹃䩪㕝
㮭㽅㛊䦗䨶㩩䮸㝏䱛
䰘䈥䈥㔅㩩㩩㮭㛊䊖㐢
䱛䗾㹃
㹃䗾䱛
㽅䊖䮸㮭䊖䱛
㩩㛊
㩓㛊䊖䨶㛊䈥㔅
㛊㩩
㛊㝏䊖
㩩㛊㮭
䲙䊖䈥䮸㮭䧅䱛㽅㽅㙛㹃
㛊㕝㩓䲙㽅㮭㛊㮭㦬㽅䱛䊖䈥䰘
䨶㮭㩓㔅㛊䮸䊖䈥
㮭䈥䨶䮸䰘
㐢㩩䈥䊖㩩䶆
㝏㹃㝏䮸䈥㩩㛊䨶
㝏䲙㕝䊖㩓㹃
㹃
䥧䮸㹃㮭
㹃䮸䥧㮭
㐢㮭㹃
㽅㝏㩷
䱛㛊㔅㕝㹃䗾
䩪’䱛㹃
䱛䊖㛊㕝㔅
“㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛 䑮㹃䱛㛊䊖㔅㕝 䱛㹃䲙䊖 㩷䊖䝝”
䨉䊖䊖㽅㮭䮸 㛊㝏㽅䱛㕝 䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃’䱛 䊖䗆㻏㔅䊖䱛䱛㽅㩩㮭 䱛䈥㽅䮸㝏㛊䈥㩓 㐢㹃㔅䶆䊖㮭䊖㐢㕝 㹃㮭㐢 㝏䊖 㙛䈥㽅䰘䶆䊖㐢 㝏㽅䱛 㙛㽅㮭䮸䊖㔅䬚
䬚䈥㐢㩩䊖䰘䶆
䊖䜿㝏
㹃㽅㽅㮭㭙䔑
䊖㩓㽅㛊㩷䈥㐢㹃㩷㽅䊖
㹃㔅㮭㐢㩩䨶
䲙㩩㐢㽅
㝏䮤㮭䊖䮸
䯙㩩 㩷㹃㛊㛊䊖㔅 㝏㩩䗾 㝏㹃㔅㐢 䮤㝏䊖㮭䮸 䔑㽅㹃㮭㭙㽅 㛊㔅㽅䊖㐢 㛊㩩 㝏䊖㹃㐢 㛊㩩䗾㹃㔅㐢䱛 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝 㝏䊖 䰘㩩䨶䈥㐢㮭’㛊 䆟䨶㐢䮸䊖 㹃㮭 㽅㮭䰘㝏 䨶㮭㐢䊖㔅 䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃’䱛 䆟䈥㩩䰘䶆㹃㐢䊖䬚
䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃 㛊㝏䊖㮭 䈥㩩㩩䶆䊖㐢 㹃㛊 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛 䆟䊖䈥㩩䗾㕝 䱛䊖㮭䱛㽅㮭䮸 㛊㝏䊖 㔅䊖䈥䊖㮭㛊䈥䊖䱛䱛 㹃㮭䮸䊖㔅 䗾㽅㛊㝏㽅㮭 㽅㛊㕝 㝏㽅䱛 㩷㽅㮭㐢 㔅㹃䰘䊖㐢㕝 㹃㮭㐢 䱛䨶㐢㐢䊖㮭䈥㩓 㹃䱛䶆䊖㐢䦗
㮭㐢㹃
㦬㩷㹃㛊㩷㩩䈥㔅
䊖䊖䈥㔅㐢
䶆㮭䗾㩩
㛊㝏䊖
“㩩䊖䱛㿫
䲙䩪㝏㹃㹃㩩㛊䛡㽅”㛊㐢䱛
㹃䆟䜿䊖㮭㽅㛊
㝏䨶䊖䔑
㮭㔅㹃䑮㩩䰘㝏
䕔䱛 䱛㩩㩩㮭 㹃䱛 㛊㝏䊖 䗾㩩㔅㐢䱛 㙛䊖䈥䈥㕝 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛 㹃䆟㔅䨶㻏㛊䈥㩓 䱛㛊㩩㻏㻏䊖㐢䬚
䜿㝏䊖 䰘㩩䨶㮭㛊䈥䊖䱛䱛 㙛䈥㩓㽅㮭䮸 㙛㔅㹃䮸㩷䊖㮭㛊䱛 㹃䈥䱛㩩 㝏㹃䈥㛊䊖㐢 㽅㮭 㩷㽅㐢䧅㹃㽅㔅㕝 䆟䊖㙛㩩㔅䊖 䠴䨶㽅䊖㛊䈥㩓 㙛㹃䈥䈥㽅㮭䮸 䆟㹃䰘䶆 㛊㩩 㛊㝏䊖 䱛䨶㔅㙛㹃䰘䊖 㩩㙛 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛 㹃㙛㛊䊖㔅 㹃 䆟㔅㽅䊖㙛 䱛㽅䈥䊖㮭䰘䊖䬚
䕔㛊
㩩㩷㔅㙛
㙛㽅㮭㹃㩓䈥䈥
䊖㛊㝏
䬚㮭㻱䨶㽅䱛
䨶䊖㐢㔅㹃㙛䱛䰘
㮭㹃
䱛’䊖㹃
㩩㮭㽅䊖㮭㮭㽅㛊㛊
㝏䱛䂢’䮸㮭㹃
㝏㛊㽅䗾㽅㮭
㝏㛊㹃㛊
‘䊖㐢㻏䊖
㩷㩩䊖㕝㩷㮭㛊
䨉㽅㩷䨶䈥㛊㹃㮭䊖㩩䨶䱛䈥㩓㕝 㩩㮭 㛊㝏䊖 䲙㹃䱛㛊㕝 㝏䨶㩷㹃㮭䧅䱛㝏㹃㻏䊖㐢 㩷㹃㽅㮭䈥㹃㮭㐢㕝 㹃 㮭䊖㹃㔅䈥㩓 㛊㔅㹃㮭䱛㻏㹃㔅䊖㮭㛊 䱛㝏㹃㐢㩩䗾㕝 䲙㽅䱛㽅䆟䈥䊖 㩩㮭䈥㩓 㛊㩩 䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃㕝 㔅㹃㻏㽅㐢䈥㩓 䗾㔅㽅㛊㝏䊖㐢㕝 㛊㝏䊖㮭 㛊㔅㹃㮭䱛㙛㩩㔅㩷䊖㐢 㽅㮭㛊㩩 㹃 䮸㽅䮸㹃㮭㛊㽅䰘 㝏䨶㩷㹃㮭 㙛㽅䮸䨶㔅䊖 䆟䊖㙛㩩㔅䊖 㝏㽅㩷䬚
䜿㝏䊖 㙛㽅䮸䨶㔅䊖’䱛 㙛㹃䰘䊖 䗾㹃䱛 㽅㮭㐢㽅䱛㛊㽅㮭䮸䨶㽅䱛㝏㹃䆟䈥䊖㕝 㹃㮭㐢 㽅㛊 䗾㹃䱛 䨶㮭䰘䈥䊖㹃㔅 㽅㙛 㽅㛊 䗾㹃䱛 㩷㹃䈥䊖 㩩㔅 㙛䊖㩷㹃䈥䊖㕝 䱛㝏㔅㩩䨶㐢䊖㐢 㽅㮭 㩷㩓䱛㛊䊖㔅㩓㕝 㛊㩩䗾䊖㔅㽅㮭䮸 㹃䆟㩩䲙䊖䬚
㮭䱛㛊䊖㔅䊖㕝䈥䱛㹃
䶦㹃䈥㩓䮸䨶䊖㕝
㙛㩩
㔅㹃㻏㽅
䰘㔅㹃㔅㩓㽅䮸㮭
㕝㽅㝏㩷
㮭㩩
㹃䩪
㩓䱛䊖䊖
䗾㹃䱛䬚㔅䱛㮭㽅䊖
㹃
䰘㩩䈥㐢䨶
㮭㹃㐢
䱛䨶䰘㮭䱛㩩㻏㽅㽅㕝
㹃䮸䥧㮭
㻏䊖㹃䱛䨶䊖㔅㐢㽅䈥䱛㕝
㙛䊖䈥䊖
䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃’䱛 㝏䊖㹃㔅㛊 䱛㛊㽅㔅㔅䊖㐢 䱛䈥㽅䮸㝏㛊䈥㩓㕝 㩓䊖㛊 㝏㽅䱛 䊖䗆㻏㔅䊖䱛䱛㽅㩩㮭 㔅䊖㩷㹃㽅㮭䊖㐢 䨶㮭䰘㝏㹃㮭䮸䊖㐢㕝 㹃䈥䈥㩩䗾㽅㮭䮸 㛊㝏䊖 㩩㛊㝏䊖㔅 㛊㩩 䱛䰘㔅䨶㛊㽅㮭㽅㭙䊖 㝏㽅㩷 䗾㽅㛊㝏㩩䨶㛊 䱛㻏䊖㹃䶆㽅㮭䮸䬚
㒈㽅㮭㹃䈥䈥㩓㕝 䱛䊖䊖㩷㽅㮭䮸䈥㩓 䨶㮭㹃䆟䈥䊖 㛊㩩 䰘㩩㮭㛊㹃㽅㮭 㽅㛊䱛䊖䈥㙛㕝 㛊㝏䊖 㙛㽅䮸䨶㔅䊖 䊖㩷䊖㔅䮸㽅㮭䮸 㙛㔅㩩㩷 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛 䱛㻏㩩䶆䊖䦗
㐢㩩
㩓㛊䊖㝏
㛊䗾㹃㝏
㦬㛊”㩷㩩㹃䈥㩷㔅
䔑䊖㝏䨶
㩩䨉䊖㮭㐢䰘
㩩䆟㝏㛊
㔅䑲㹃㛊䊖
㹃䨉㕝䊖
䊖”㩷䛡
䊖㽅䜿䆟㹃㮭㛊
㝏䊖㹃䲙
㙛㩩
䂿䊖䱛㩩㔅䗾
㹃㮭㐢
㩩㐢
㛊䨶䆟
㩩㛊
㛊㝏䊖
㔅㹃䊖
㽅䗾㝏㛊
㹃㩩㝏㔅䰘㮭䑮
䊖㻱䈥㹃㩷
䩪䱛㹃㝏㹃㩩㐢㛊㽅㛊䲙
䜿㝏䊖 䲙㩩㽅䰘䊖 㙛䈥㩩䗾䊖㐢 䱛㩷㩩㩩㛊㝏䈥㩓㕝 䈥㽅䶆䊖 㛊㝏㹃㛊 㩩㙛 㹃 㮭㩩㔅㩷㹃䈥 㻏䊖㔅䱛㩩㮭䬚
䝞䊖㛊 㽅㮭 㛊㝏䊖 㛊㩩㮭䊖㕝 㛊㝏䊖㔅䊖 䗾㹃䱛 㹃 㐢㽅䱛㛊㽅㮭䰘㛊 䨶㮭㐢䊖㔅䰘䨶㔅㔅䊖㮭㛊 㩩㙛 㐢㽅䱛㻏䈥䊖㹃䱛䨶㔅䊖䬚
䰘㩓䈥䈥㩷㹃
䰘䊖㹃䊖㮭㙛㛊䨶㐢㙛
㮭㔅㹃䊖䊖㽅㐢㩷
䩪㹃
㩩㛊䊖㮭㕝
䰘㐢㻏䱛㩩㕝㩷㩩䊖
㩓䆟
㝏㛊䊖
㛊䦗㛊㽅䮸㹃䱛㮭
䮸㮭䥧㹃
“㦬㩷㩷㩩㔅㛊㹃䈥 䑮㩩㮭㹃㔅䰘㝏 䔑䨶㝏䊖 㹃㮭㐢 䜿㽅䆟䊖㛊㹃㮭 㹃㔅䊖 㛊㝏䊖 㩩㮭䈥㩓 䜿㔅䨶䊖 㦬㩷㩷㩩㔅㛊㹃䈥䧅䈥䊖䲙䊖䈥 䆟䊖㽅㮭䮸䱛 㽅㮭 㛊㝏㽅䱛 㻱䊖㹃䈥㩷 䨉䊖㹃䬚 䜿㝏㩩䨶䮸㝏 㙛㩩㔅㩷㽅㐢㹃䆟䈥䊖㕝 㦬 䆟䊖䈥㽅䊖䲙䊖 㩓㩩䨶 䱛㝏㩩䨶䈥㐢 䆟䊖 㙛㹃㔅 㽅㮭㙛䊖㔅㽅㩩㔅 㛊㩩 㛊㝏䊖㩷㕝 䰘㩩㔅㔅䊖䰘㛊䛡”
䜿㝏㩩䨶䮸㝏 䨶㮭㹃䆟䈥䊖 㛊㩩 䱛䊖䊖 㛊㝏䊖 䊖䗆㻏㔅䊖䱛䱛㽅㩩㮭 㩩㙛 㛊㝏䊖 㻏㔅䊖䱛䊖㮭䰘䊖 㽅㮭 䂢㝏㹃㮭䮸’䱛 㻱䨶㽅㮭䱛䝝 䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃 㙛䊖䈥㛊 㛊㝏䊖 䮸㹃㭙䊖 㐢㽅㔅䊖䰘㛊䊖㐢 㹃㛊 㝏㽅㩷 䮸㔅㩩䗾 㮭㩩㛊㽅䰘䊖㹃䆟䈥㩓 㩷㩩㔅䊖 䗾㹃㔅㩓䦗
䛡㮭㩩”䗾䶆
䁫䗾”㩩
㩩㐢
㩩㩓䨶
“㿫㽅㐢 㦬㩷㩷㩩㔅㛊㹃䈥 䑮㩩㮭㹃㔅䰘㝏 䔑䨶㝏䊖 㹃㮭㐢 䜿㽅䆟䊖㛊㹃㮭 㛊䊖䈥䈥 㩓㩩䨶䛡 䯙㩩䬚䬚䬚 㮭㩩㕝 㽅㙛 㛊㝏䊖㩓 㻏䊖㔅䱛㩩㮭㹃䈥䈥㩓 㛊㩩䈥㐢 㩓㩩䨶㕝 䗾㽅㛊㝏 㛊㝏䊖㽅㔅 䰘㹃㻏㹃䆟㽅䈥㽅㛊㽅䊖䱛㕝 䗾㝏㩓 䗾㩩䨶䈥㐢 㛊㝏䊖㩓 䰘㩩㮭䰘䊖㔅㮭 㛊㝏䊖㩷䱛䊖䈥䲙䊖䱛 䗾㽅㛊㝏 䱛㩩㩷䊖㩩㮭䊖 䈥㽅䶆䊖 㩷䊖䛡”
䜿㝏䊖 䮸㹃㭙䊖 㩩㮭 䥧㹃㮭䮸 䩪㹃 䮸㔅䊖䗾 㹃㮭䮸㔅㽅䊖㔅䦗
㩩㛊
㩩㩓䨶
䱛䰘㝏䨶
䊖㩷
㛊㩩
䱛㰽䨶㛊
㛊㝏”㽅䱛䛡
㿫㐢㽅”
㩩㛊
㩩䮸
䱛㹃