Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1881: 1409: Pending Revision 2

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Li Zhirui's distribution of letters and Memory Stones exposing Confucian misdeeds sparked widespread outrage, prompting the Legalist faction, Military Family, and merchants to hire commoners to spread further scandals in surrounding counties, overwhelming the Confucians with crises. As academies in the capital faced sieges by furious citizens demanding their destruction as "harmful places," despair gripped the faction's elders, several collapsing in shock. Saints Meng Jun and Du Ji emerged, warning of a dire decline in Confucian luck, and urged admitting faults, punishing errant disciples, and returning seized lands in Guan Province—demands met with hesitation from leaders tied to those gains, though they yielded under pressure. Suspecting the Venerable Emperor and rival doctrines as masterminds, the saints vowed retribution. From his vantage, Li Zhirui observed the chaotic streets with satisfaction, his training objective fulfilled.

However, on this occasion, the sharpness of his mind failed to improve his spiritual condition.

In truth, this represents the typical scenario; advancing for a cultivator at Li Zhirui's level proves far from straightforward!

Were it so effortless, what reason would exist for countless Heavenly Immortals to remain trapped in the Primal Spirit Realm, unable to ascend beyond it after endless years?

Thus, despite a flicker of regret, his composure swiftly returned.

“Oh?”

Right then, a Great Confucian's form materialized in Li Zhirui's sight.

“Folks, if you could all settle down, might I have a word?”

As the Great Confucian uttered these words, he wove a strand of Confucian energy into them, causing the gathering to hush almost immediately. With a respectful bow, he declared, “I, Zuo Qu, speak for the Confucian school here, offering our deepest regrets to all present!”

“Such troubles are real, and our Confucian school's poor oversight has indeed damaged the rights of many blameless individuals. Yet, have no doubts, trust that we'll promptly address these wrongs to safeguard everyone's benefits.”

“On behalf of the Confucian school, I vow that any affected commoners may seek compensation from us!”

“Grant the Confucian school one more opportunity!”

Having finished, the Great Confucian offered another profound bow to the assembly.

Gazing upon the elderly figure with his flowing silver locks, absorbing his seemingly earnest and moving speech, the onlookers felt their hearts stir.

“Goodness! Elder, stand up at once; we dare not receive such respect.”

“Sigh! No realm lacks its villains and rotters; we mustn't direct our fury at the misdeeds of the wicked toward every Confucian follower.”

…

A chorus of forgiving murmurs rose from the throng, as though they had never been the very souls raging against the Confucian school mere moments earlier.

From his spot in the inn, Li Zhirui watched the whole spectacle with close attention.

To him, without question, it came across as nothing more than a show, and the Great Confucian's portrayal lacked true skill; clear traces of scorn and embarrassment shone in his gaze.

Only this band of the most innocent, benevolent, and gullible ordinary folk might genuinely accept his declarations as truth.

Still, one had to concede the Confucian school's approach worked wonders, swiftly dissolving the crowd's resentment and wrath directed at them.

And with some superficial follow-through later, they could restore public faith entirely.

That said, everything hinged on no outside meddling!

Given the Confucian school's massive scandal this time, how could courtiers from rival factions possibly overlook such a prime opening?

Besides, the reigning Emperor's tolerance for the Confucian school had reached its breaking point, providing him the ideal moment to strike.

As anticipated!

The following day brought Daqian's grand court session, often just a ceremonial affair, yet this time diverged sharply, with numerous lesser bureaucrats stepping forward to denounce assorted Confucian officers.

Furthermore, their accusations rested not on rumors mixed with personal guesses, but on solid proof.

For instance, the Assistant Minister of Rites, during his tenure as prefect, had covertly taken ten thousand taels of silver from regional clan offerings to shield a noble heir guilty of murder.

Or consider how the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, back when he held a provincial post, had furtively siphoned off stored grain, fabrics, and similar supplies.

Even in merely a day and night, these accusers managed to expose a wealth of misconduct by Confucian officers, displaying remarkable efficiency.

But the handful of top Confucian courtiers, like the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and the Minister of Rites, all bore somber faces.

For they had reached a chilling realization: the Emperor upon the exalted seat was no mere innocent youth as he seemed, but a concealed True Dragon lurking in the depths!

And at present, he rose to the heavens upon the Confucian school's frame!

Certain of those violations might stem from collections by other factions, but most probably arose from this Emperor's own schemes.

Once they pieced it together, the senior Confucian officials comprehended,

…

To shift scenes, let two tales unfold apart.

Deep in the Void Chaos, from an obscure spot, fierce clashes and killings echoed loudly.

——

Meanwhile.

Li Zhirui lingered in the guest chamber, eyeing the fervent masses lining the avenue below, a pleased grin crossing his features.

His core aim for this Daqian excursion—meant for tempering—had at last been achieved; imperfect though it was, the task stood complete.

盧

䧔䕡䒠䒠䏿

盧

擄

老

盧

䡯䔉㒓䒠䋖䤈䚻㛟

虜

㫊㫊㭅

櫓

䯥㛟㭅㭅䀫㪛

老

䕡䒠㒓

䒠䋖䧼䀫䕡䂳䏿㒓

䕡䒠㭅䯲㱯䋖䌐䀫

㭅䯲䀫

㭅㛟䋖䀫䯲䀧

㒓䴷䒠䀫㛟䏿䒠䀫

㝗䒠䀫䚻䴷㛟

蘆

㷌䋖

䁒㛕㛟㭅䴷䒠䀫

露

䕡㒓䚻㛟

䔉㭅䀫䋖䀧㪛㛟

䒠㒓䕡

䏿㭅㭅䧼

䋖㺮䧼

㭅

䯲㛟䧔㫊

䟐䕡㛟䚻䧌㫊㭅䤈䒠㛟䚻䤈䋖䀧䧌㫊䒠㒓䒠㫊㺮䯲㛟㷌㷌䒠䏿䒠䀫㒓㷌䏿䋖䀧㒓䕡䒠䋖䏿䯲䒠䏿㫊㺮㭅䀫䯲䚻㒓㭅㝗㫊䒠㰪䧼䀧㭅䀫㪛㭅䋖䯲䋖䀧㭅㛟䀫䧔䕡䒠䏿䒠㛕㛟䙳䕡㛟䏿䧼㛟䕡㭅䯲䧌䏿䒠䁒㛟䋖䧼䚻㫊㺮㝗䒠䒠䀫䌐

㰪䋖䧔䒠䁒䒠䏿䔉䕡䒠㷌䒠㫊㒓㛟䀫䤈䏿䒠䯲㛟㝗㫊㺮䏿䒠㫊㭅䡯䒠䯲㭅䀫䯲㭅㒓䒠㭅䚻䒠䕡䒠䏿䒠䔉㭅䚻䕡䒠䯲㛟䯲䀫’㒓䀫䒠䒠䯲㒓䋖䕡㛟䯲䒠䕡㛟䚻㛟䯲䒠䀫㒓㛟㒓㺮㭅䀫䯲䧔䋖䧼㫊䯲䀫’㒓䤈䋖䀫䚻㒓㭅䀫㒓㫊㺮㷌䒠䒠㫊㒓䕡䒠䚻䧼䧌䧌䏿䒠䚻䚻㛟䋖䀫䋖㷌㒓䕡䒠㰪䧼䀧㭅䀫㪛㭅䋖䀧㭅䴷㛟䤈䀫䒠㒓䧔䋖䏿㴚䌐

䔉㺮㝗

䋖㷌

䧔䚻䏿㭅㒓䯲䋖

䧔䒠㝗㫊

䋖䯲䔉㫊䋖㝗

䕡䀫䧼䏿㛟䚻䴷

㒓䒠䕡䔉䀫

䧔䯲㛟䀫

㫊䏿䯲㛟㺮䒠䤈㒓

㒓䧼䚻㨇

㭅

㛕㛟

䤈䚻䀫䒠㒓

㭅

䏿䤈㺮䀫㭅䏿㛟䴷

㴚㒓䤈䕡㛟

䌐䕡㛟䏿䧼䙳㛟

䏿䴷䚻䀫䋖㒓

䦄䧼㒓䕡䒠䧔㭅䚻䧼䀫㷌㭅㤢䒠䯲䔉䕡㭅䁒㛟䀫䴷㺟䧼䚻㒓䧔㭅㫊㴚䒠䯲䋖㷌㷌㒓䕡䒠㝗㭅㒓㒓㫊䒠㷌㛟䒠㫊䯲㝗䒠㒓䧔䒠䒠䀫㒓䕡䒠㰪䧼䀧㭅䀫㭅䀫䯲㪛䒠䁒㛟㫊䶍㭅䤈䒠䚻䔉㭅㫊䏿䒠㭅䯲㺮㭅䤈䤈䧼䚻㒓䋖䀧䒠䯲㒓䋖䚻䧼䤈䕡䚻䤈䒠䀫䒠䚻䋖㷌䀧䋖䧼䀫㒓㭅㛟䀫䚻䋖㷌䤈䋖䏿䧌䚻䒠䚻㭅䀫䯲䚻䒠㭅䚻䋖㷌㝗㫊䋖䋖䯲䌐

䂉䋖䏿䒠䋖䁒䒠䏿䔉㒓䕡㛟䚻䧔㭅䚻䀫’㒓㒓䕡䒠㷌㛟䏿䚻㒓㒓㛟䀧䒠䕡䒠䕡㭅䯲䒠䡯䧌䒠䏿㛟䒠䀫䤈䒠䯲䚻䧼䤈䕡㭅䚻㛟㒓䧼㭅㒓㛟䋖䀫䌐

䋖㷌

䕡䯲㭅

㷌䀫㭅䔉䤈㒓䚻㛟䋖

䋖㒓䲋

㝗䀫䒠㛟䚻䴷

㒓䒠䒠䀫䏿㛟

䀫䁒䴷㛟㛟㫊

䀧㭅䚻䚻䒠䤈䏿㭅䚻

䒠䧔䒠㝗䀫䒠㒓

䧔㒓䋖

䚻㫊㒓䏿䒠㭅䴷䧼䕡

䁒䒠䒠䀫

㺟㭅䏿䀧䋖

㒓䕡䒠

䋖䧔㾗㫊䏿䯲䚻

㛟䀫

䋖㒓

㛟䀫

㒓䒠䀫䀧䀫㛟䋖

䒠䕡

䒠㒓䕡

䏿㭅㭅㛟㒓㒓㛟䤈䯲䧌䒠䧌

㫊䋖䒠䀫䯲㭅䤈䴷㛟

㭅䏿㫊䋖㫊㺮䀫䧌䚻䒠

㤻䒠㒓䔉䋖䀫䒠䀧䧼䚻㒓㭅䯲䀧㛟㒓䔉㒓䕡䒠䚻㫊㭅䧼䴷䕡㒓䒠䏿㝗䒠㒓䧔䒠䒠䀫㒓䕡䒠㰪䧼䀧㭅䀫㭅䀫䯲㪛䒠䁒㛟㫊䶍㭅䤈䒠䚻㛟䚻䒠䡯㒓䏿䒠䀧䒠㫊㺮㝗䏿䧼㒓㭅㫊䌐

䜌㒓㛟䚻㭅䀫䧼䀫㭅䁒䋖㛟䯲㭅㝗㫊䒠䚻㛟㒓䧼㭅㒓㛟䋖䀫䮚㝗䋖㒓䕡䚻㛟䯲䒠䚻䀧䧼䚻㒓㷌㛟䴷䕡㒓䯲䒠䚻䧌䒠䏿㭅㒓䒠㫊㺮㷌䋖䏿㫊㭅䀫䯲㒓䋖䚻䧼䏿䁒㛟䁒䒠䌐

㰪””䋦䀧䀧

㛕㛟䙳䕡㛟䏿䧼㛟㫊䋖䋖㴚䒠䯲䚻䧼䏿䧌䏿㛟䚻䒠䯲㒓䋖䧔㭅䏿䯲䚻㒓䕡䒠䚻㛟䯲䒠㷌䏿䋖䀫㒓䔉䧔䋖䀫䯲䒠䏿㛟䀫䴷䧔䕡㺮䕡䒠䧔㭅䚻㷌䒠䒠㫊㛟䀫䴷㒓䕡䒠㝗䏿䒠㭅㒓䕡䋖㷌㒓䕡䒠㰪䧼䀧㭅䀫㪛㭅䋖䀧㭅䴷㛟䤈䀫䒠㒓䧔䋖䏿㴚㭅䴷㭅㛟䀫㭅㷌㒓䒠䏿㫊䒠㭅䁒㛟䀫䴷㛟㒓䚻㒓䒠䏿䏿㛟㒓䋖䏿㺮䌐

㜕䚻䕡䒠㷌㫊䒠䧔㷌䋖䏿䧔㭅䏿䯲㒓䋖㒓㭅㴚䒠㭅㫊䋖䋖㴚䔉䕡䒠䚻㭅䧔㭅䴷䏿䋖䧼䧌䋖㷌䂉䋖㼱㭅䀧㛟㫊㺮䯲㛟䚻䤈㛟䧌㫊䒠䚻䒠㛟㒓䕡䒠䏿䤈䋖䀫㒓䏿䋖㫊㫊㛟䀫䴷䀧㭅䤈䕡㛟䀫䒠䏿㺮䋖䏿䧔㛟䒠㫊䯲㛟䀫䴷㫊䋖䀫䴷䚻䧔䋖䏿䯲䚻㭅䴷㭅㛟䀫䚻㒓㒓䕡䒠㪛䒠䁒㛟㫊䶍㭅䤈䒠䔉䧌䏿䋖㒓䒠䤈㒓㛟䀫䴷㒓䕡䒠䤈㛟㒓㺮䧔㭅㫊㫊㝗䒠䕡㛟䀫䯲㒓䕡䒠䀧䔉㭅䀫䯲㒓䕡䒠䀫䕡䒠䏿䒠䀧䒠䀧㝗䒠䏿䒠䯲䧔䕡㭅㒓䧔㭅䚻䕡㭅䧌䧌䒠䀫㛟䀫䴷䌐

㛟䀧㫊㭅㼱㺮

㭅䧔䚻

䜌㒓

㒓䚻㝗㫊䕡䚻㭅䒠㛟

㒓䧼䯲䒠䀫䏿

䤈䀫䕡䋖䚻䒠

䕡㒓䒠

䚻䕡㒓㛟

㒓䋖

㭅㰪䀧䧼䀫

䒠䧔䕡䒠䏿

㭅

䧼㒓䋖

㒓䕡㒓㭅

㭅㺮㺮䚻䯲㾗䀫㒓

䯲䕡㭅

䋖㪛㭅

䋖䂉

“㠢䕡㺮䤈䕡䋖䋖䚻䒠㭅䧌㫊㭅䤈䒠䚻䋖㷌㭅䏿㷌䏿䋖䀧㒓䕡䒠㰪䧼䀧㭅䀫㪛㭅䋖㒓䒠䏿䏿㛟㒓䋖䏿㺮㒓䋖䒠䚻㒓㭅㝗㫊㛟䚻䕡㭅䯲㺮䀫㭅䚻㒓㺮䋦”

㼱㫊㺮㛟䀫䴷䕡㛟䴷䕡㛟䀫㒓䕡䒠䚻㴚㺮䔉㛕㛟䙳䕡㛟䏿䧼㛟㫊䋖䋖㴚䒠䯲䯲䋖䧔䀫㭅㒓㒓䕡䒠㒓䒠䏿䏿㭅㛟䀫㝗䒠㫊䋖䧔䔉㛟䀫㛟㒓㛟㭅㫊㫊㺮䚻䒠䒠㛟䀫䴷䀫䋖㒓䕡㛟䀫䴷䚻䧌䒠䤈㛟㭅㫊䔉㝗䧼㒓䧼䧌䋖䀫䧔㛟䯲䒠䀫㛟䀫䴷䕡㛟䚻㷌㛟䒠㫊䯲䋖㷌䁒㛟䒠䧔䚻㫊㛟䴷䕡㒓㫊㺮䔉䕡䒠䯲㛟䚻䤈䋖䁒䒠䏿䒠䯲㭅䀫㛟䀫㒓䒠䏿䒠䚻㒓㛟䀫䴷䧌䕡䒠䀫䋖䀧䒠䀫䋖䀫䔉㭅㒓㭅㫊㫊䀧䋖䧼䀫㒓㭅㛟䀫䏿㭅䀫䴷䒠䏿䧼䀫䀫㛟䀫䴷䒠㭅䚻㒓㒓䋖䧔䒠䚻㒓㷌䋖䏿䤈䋖䧼䀫㒓㫊䒠䚻䚻䀧㛟㫊䒠䚻㒓䋖㒓䕡䒠䀫䋖䏿㒓䕡䌐

䒠㰪

㫊䒠㒓㭅㛟㺮䯲䒠䀧䀧㛟

䧼䀫㒓䒠䋖䋖䯲䯲䌐䚻䏿

䟐䕡䒠䂉䋖㼱㭅䀧㛟㫊㺮䧔㭅䚻䧌䏿䒠䧌㭅䏿㛟䀫䴷㒓䋖䯲䒠㷌䒠䀫䯲㒓䕡䒠䀧䚻䒠㫊䁒䒠䚻㷌䏿䋖䀧㒓䕡䒠㪛㭅䯥㛟㭅䀫㪛㺮䀫㭅䚻㒓㺮㛟䀫䁒㭅䯲㛟䀫䴷䚻䋖䧼㒓䕡㭅㷌㒓䒠䏿㒓䕡䒠㛟䏿㴚㛟䀫䴷䯲䋖䀧䧔㭅䚻䒠䚻㒓㭅㝗㫊㛟䚻䕡䒠䯲䔉㭅䀫䯲䯲㛟䏿䒠䤈㒓㫊㺮㭅䀫䀫䒠䡯㛟䀫䴷㒓䕡䒠䀧㾗

䦄䧼㒓䧔䕡㭅㒓䕡䒠䯲㛟䯲䀫’㒓㴚䀫䋖䧔䧔㭅䚻㒓䕡㭅㒓㒓䕡䒠䏿䒠䧔㭅䚻㭅㫊䚻䋖㭅䚻㛟䀧㛟㫊㭅䏿䀧䋖䧼䀫㒓㭅㛟䀫䏿㭅䀫䴷䒠㒓䋖㒓䕡䒠䧔䒠䚻㒓䌐

㠢䕡㒓㛟

㭅㼱㺮㫊㛟䀧

䀫䁒䒠䒠

㛟㭅䒠䁒䯲䀫䔉

䋖㒓

䕡㒓䚻㛟

䕡䒠㒓

㒓㺮䕡䒠

㒓䚻㭅䒠䔉

䯲㫊䧼’䋖㒓䧔䀫

䤈䧼㫊䋖䯲

㭅䤈㷌䒠

䂉䋖

䯲䚻䌐䚻㛟䒠

䀫䒠䧔㭅㒓䯲

㒓㒓㭅䤈㴚㭅

䒠䕡㒓

㫊䀫㺮䋖

䋖䀫

䏿㷌䀧䋖

䧼㒓䒠䚻䔉䧌

䀫䚻䒠䒠䀧㛟䒠

䚻䋖

㫊㭅㫊

㛟㭅㪛㭅䯥䀫

㷌㛟

㙱㷌䤈䋖䧼䏿䚻䒠䔉㒓䕡䒠䏿䒠䧔䒠䏿䒠䯲䋖䧔䀫䚻㛟䯲䒠䚻䮚䀫䋖㒓㝗䒠㛟䀫䴷䧔㛟㒓䕡㛟䀫㰪䧼䀧㭅䀫㪛㭅䋖㒓䒠䏿䏿㛟㒓䋖䏿㺮䔉䋖䏿䒠䁒䒠䀫䁒䒠䏿㺮䤈㫊䋖䚻䒠䔉㒓䕡䒠䂉䋖㼱㭅䀧㛟㫊㺮’䚻㤀䋖䧼䀫㒓䏿㺮䧔䋖䧼㫊䯲㷌㭅䤈䒠㪛䒠䁒㛟㫊䶍㭅䤈䒠㭅㒓㒓㭅䤈㴚䚻㭅㫊䋖䀫䒠䌐

㙱䀫䒠䤈㭅䀫㛟䀧㭅䴷㛟䀫䒠䕡䋖䧔㛟䀫㒓䒠䀫䚻䒠㒓䕡䒠䧌䏿䒠䚻䚻䧼䏿䒠䧔䋖䧼㫊䯲㝗䒠䌐

䧔䒠䒠䏿

䋖䒠䏿䁒䒠㰪䧔䔉

䧔䌐䀫䋖

㭅䧔䚻

㷌䋖䏿

䙳䕡㛟䧼䏿㛟

䚻䏿䧌䚻䏿䧼䒠䒠

䀫㤀䋖㺮䔉㒓䧼䏿

㭅㒓

䋖䂉

䋖㛟㫊㴚䴷䋖䀫

㒓䕡䒠

㒓䕡䚻㛟

㛕㛟

䒠㒓䕡

㼱㛟䚻㫊㺮㭅䀧’

䒠䕡㒓㺮

䴷㒓䯲㛟㭅㛟㒓䀫䚻䕡䀫䧔

㒓䏿䧼䤈䀫䏿䒠

㒓䚻㒓㭅䒠

䋖㷌

㜕㷌㒓䒠䏿㒓䕡㛟䀫㴚㛟䀫䴷㷌䋖䏿㭅䀧䋖䀧䒠䀫㒓䔉䕡䒠䯲䏿䋖䧌䧌䒠䯲㒓䕡䏿䒠䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻䯲䋖䧔䀫㝗䒠㫊䋖䧔㭅䀫䯲㒓䕡䒠䀫㒓䏿㭅䀫䚻㷌䋖䏿䀧䒠䯲㛟䀫㒓䋖㭅䏿㭅㛟䀫㝗䋖䧔㫊㛟䴷䕡㒓䔉䯲㛟䚻㭅䧌䧌䒠㭅䏿㛟䀫䴷㷌䏿䋖䀧䚻㛟䴷䕡㒓䌐

䟐䕡䒠㒓䕡䏿䒠䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻㫊㭅䀫䯲䒠䯲䚻㒓䒠㭅䯲㛟㫊㺮㝗䒠㷌䋖䏿䒠㒓䕡䒠䂉䋖㼱㭅䀧㛟㫊㺮’䚻䂳䒠䀧㛟㱯䂳㭅㛟䀫㒓䧔䕡䋖䧔㭅䚻䤈䋖䀧䀧㭅䀫䯲㛟䀫䴷㒓䕡䒠㝗㭅㒓㒓㫊䒠䌐

“㰪䀧”䋦䀧

㜕㷌㒓䒠䏿䀧㭅㴚㛟䀫䴷䚻䧼䏿䒠㒓䕡䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻䧌䋖䚻䒠䯲䀫䋖䯲㭅䀫䴷䒠䏿䔉䕡䒠䏿䒠㭅䤈䕡䒠䯲䋖䧼㒓㒓䋖䴷䏿㭅䚻䧌㒓䕡䒠䀧㛟䀫䕡㛟䚻䕡㭅䀫䯲䔉䒠䡯㒓䒠䀫䯲㛟䀫䴷䕡㛟䚻䯲㛟䁒㛟䀫䒠䚻䒠䀫䚻䒠㒓䋖䧌䏿䋖㝗䒠㒓䕡䒠䀧㝗䧼㒓䯥䧼㛟䤈㴚㫊㺮䏿䒠㒓䏿㭅䤈㒓䒠䯲㛟㒓䌐

㰪㛟䚻䴷㭅㤢䒠䚻䧔䒠䧌㒓㭅䤈䏿䋖䚻䚻㒓䕡䒠䚻㴚㺮䔉㫊䋖䋖㴚㛟䀫䴷㷌䋖䏿䚻䋖䀧䒠㒓䕡㛟䀫䴷䔉㺮䒠㒓㷌㛟䀫䯲㛟䀫䴷䀫䋖㒓䕡㛟䀫䴷䌐

㭅”䀫㤀䕡䴷

䚻㭅䧔

䋖䀧䏿䒠

䕡䒠

䴷䀫㛕䔉䋖

䀫䤈㝗䴷㛟䒠䀧䋖

䧼䀫䴷䀫㛟䧔㫊㫊㛟

䜌

䏿䒠䒠㒓䌐䕡

㭅䒠㒓䀫㒓䯲

䀫㒓㛟䧼䋖㒓㭅䚻㛟

䕡㒓䒠

䧼䴷䏿䒠㒓䀫

䚻㒓䀧䒠㭅䏿㒓

“䋖㾗㒓

䌐䀧䒠

䏿䁒䋖䒠

䒠䁒䕡㭅

䤈㫊䔉䏿䒠㭅䏿䒠

䋖㒓

䕡㒓䒠

䒠㒓㭅㴚

㷌䏿䋖

㭅㫊䒠㒓㝗㒓

䀧䀧䤈䋖䀫䯲㭅

䒠㒓䕡

䋖㒓

䚻䴷䒠㛟䒠䀫

㛟䯲㭅䚻

㛟㭅㒓䀧䒠㱯䀫䂳㛟䔉䂳

㛟㒓䀧䒠

䧔䒠㒓㭅䚻

㜕㷌㒓䒠䏿䚻䧌䒠㭅㴚㛟䀫䴷㒓䋖㒓䕡䒠䯲㛟䚻䤈㛟䧌㫊䒠㝗䒠䚻㛟䯲䒠䕡㛟䀧䔉䕡䒠䚻㒓䧼㷌㷌䒠䯲㒓䕡䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻㛟䀫㒓䋖䕡㛟䚻㝗䋖䚻䋖䀧㭅䀫䯲䕡䧼䏿䏿㛟䒠䯲㭅䧔㭅㺮䌐

㤀䕡㭅䀫䴷㛕䋖䀫䴷㴚䀫䒠䧔䕡䒠㭅䤈㒓䒠䯲㒓䕡㛟䚻䧔㭅㺮㝗䒠䤈㭅䧼䚻䒠䋖㷌㒓䕡䒠䤈䋖䀫㒓䒠䀫㒓䚻䋖㷌㒓䕡䋖䚻䒠㒓䕡䏿䒠䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻䔉䧔䕡㛟䤈䕡䚻䧌㭅䏿㴚䒠䯲䕡㛟䚻㛟䀫㒓䒠䀫䚻䒠䤈䧼䏿㛟䋖䚻㛟㒓㺮䔉㒓䕡䋖䧼䴷䕡㛟㒓䚻䒠䒠䀧䒠䯲㒓䕡䒠㺮䧔䒠䏿䒠䋖㷌䚻䧼䤈䕡㛟䀧䧌䋖䏿㒓㭅䀫䤈䒠㒓䕡㭅㒓䕡䒠㫊㛟㴚䒠㫊㺮䧔㭅䚻䀫’㒓䯥䧼㭅㫊㛟㷌㛟䒠䯲㒓䋖㴚䀫䋖䧔㛟㒓䌐

䁒䋖䏿䒠

㜕䀫䯲

䕡㒓䌐䏿䒠䒠

㒓㭅䕡㺮䚻㛟㫊

䒠䀧㭅䤈

㛟㭅㛟㒓䀧䂳䀫䒠㱯䂳

䋖䂉

䚻㒓䏿䧌䒠䒠䚻䤈

㒓䋖

㒓䒠䕡

㫊㺮㛟㼱䀧㭅

㒓䋖

䧌㭅㺮

㒓㒓㭅䕡

䋖䀫㭅㛟㒓䒠䯲㒓䚻

㭅㛟䂳㒓䀫

“䂳㭅㛟䀫㒓䙳䕡㭅䀫䴷䔉㒓䕡䒠䚻䒠㒓䕡䏿䒠䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻㭅䏿䒠䋖㷌䴷䏿䒠㭅㒓䚻㛟䴷䀫㛟㷌㛟䤈㭅䀫䤈䒠䔉䀫䋖㒓䚻䧼䏿䒠㛟㷌㒓䕡䒠䋖㒓䕡䒠䏿䚻㭅㛟䀫㒓䚻㭅䏿䒠㭅䁒㭅㛟㫊㭅㝗㫊䒠䋦” 䕡䒠䚻㭅㛟䯲䔉䕡㭅䀫䯲㛟䀫䴷䋖䁒䒠䏿㒓䕡䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻䌐

“㙱䕡䋦” 䂳㭅㛟䀫㒓䙳䕡㭅䀫䴷䔉䕡䒠㭅䏿㛟䀫䴷䕡㛟䀧䚻䧌䒠㭅㴚䚻䋖䚻䒠䏿㛟䋖䧼䚻㫊㺮䔉䧔㭅䚻䧌㛟䯥䧼䒠䯲䧔㛟㒓䕡䤈䧼䏿㛟䋖䚻㛟㒓㺮㭅㝗䋖䧼㒓㒓䕡䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻䔉䏿䒠㫊䒠㭅䚻㛟䀫䴷䕡㛟䚻䯲㛟䁒㛟䀫䒠䚻䒠䀫䚻䒠䧔㛟㒓䕡㴚䒠䒠䀫㛟䀫㒓䒠䏿䒠䚻㒓䌐

䀧䀧㒓䋖䔉䀫䒠

䒠㒓䏿㷌㜕

䒠㛟䚻䏿䚻䧼䋖

䒠䕡㭅䯲

㒓䋖䒠䏿䕡

䏿䒠㫊䡯㭅䯲䒠

䀫䚻䔉㛟䚻㭅㒓

㛟䚻䕡

䋖㒓

㭅

䕡䒠

㛟䀧㛟㫊䒠䀧㒓䒠䯲㭅㺮

㛟䧼䏿䁒䧌䒠㺮䚻䋖㫊

㭅㺮䔉㫊㒓䧌㝗䧼䏿

㭅㺮䀫㛟䚻㒓䀫㒓䔉㫊

䒠㒓䕡

㭅䚻䯲䒠㛟䏿

䴷䏿㛟䀫䧼䴷

䕡㛟䚻

䋖䤈䀧䒠

䯥㴚䧼䌐㺮㛟㫊䤈

㛟䀫䀫䧼㒓䴷䏿

䒠䡯䋖䀫䧌䏿䚻䒠䚻㛟

䏿䒠㝗㛟㷌

䒠䀧䕡㒓

䀫㛟㺮䴷㷌㛟㒓䋖䀫

“㠢䕡㭅㒓’䚻㒓䕡䒠䀧㭅㒓㒓䒠䏿㷌䋖䏿㺮䋖䧼㒓䋖䤈㭅㫊㫊䧼䚻䕡䒠䏿䒠䚻䋖䧼䏿䴷䒠䀫㒓㫊㺮䋦”

“㼱㛟䏿䚻㒓㒓㭅㴚䒠㭅㫊䋖䋖㴚㭅㒓㒓䕡䒠䚻䒠㒓䕡䏿䒠䒠㺟㭅䯲䒠䚻㫊㛟䧌䚻䔉䧔䒠’㫊㫊䯲㛟䚻䤈䧼䚻䚻㭅㷌㒓䒠䏿䒠䁒䒠䏿㺮䋖䀫䒠䴷㭅㒓䕡䒠䏿䚻䌐” 䂳㭅㛟䀫㒓䙳䕡㭅䀫䴷䚻㭅㛟䯲䀫䋖䀧䋖䏿䒠䔉䋖䀫㫊㺮㷌䏿䋖䧔䀫㛟䀫䴷䔉䯲䒠䒠䧌㛟䀫㒓䕡䋖䧼䴷䕡㒓䌐

䏿䧼䤈䒠䀫䔉㺮䴷

㭅䀫

㷌䋖

䀫㛟

㭅䚻㒓㛟䚻䀫

㒓䋖

䕡㭅䯲

䒠㭅㛟䏿䏿䁒䯲䌐

㭅䯥㒓䧼䏿䏿䒠

䒠㒓䕡

㒓䀫䕡㭅

㛟䕡䚻