I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 1539 - 825: Nirvana Fruit (Part 2)

Capítulo 1539: Chapter 825: Nirvana Fruit (Part 2)

The entire Yin World emitted a bright light, Yin and Yang intertwined, and the cruel wind of death slowly transformed into a warm breeze of spring!

The two of them were initially stunned, and the battle paused briefly.

Lu Yuan widened his eyes, feeling the constantly brightening world.

Immediately, he realized that Pangu’s Nirvana Fruit seemed to have truly appeared at this moment!

This was completely unexpected, yet somehow it felt inevitable.

A long time ago, Pangu once planned to achieve “Nirvana Rebirth,” but for some reason, he reached the supreme realm of the “Other Shore” and no longer needed Nirvana.

However, those original settings remained.

And now, because the Yang World of the Qiankun World and the Yang World of Pangu Continent shared almost identical rules; now that the Qiankun World’s Yang World collided, it naturally aligned with the concept of “Yin Yang Coexistence,” causing the Nirvana Fruit to reappear at this moment!

[The heavens do not forsake me! Hahaha, it is you who shall perish!]

The [God] threw himself madly toward the direction of the Tai Chi Pattern, the damaged head swaying precariously, ready to shatter at any moment.

Lu Yuan did not dare to delay and charged forward as well, brimming with overwhelming momentum!

Even though he was the master of this Yang World and had a higher chance of obtaining the Nirvana Fruit, until the last moment, whose victory it would be was still unknown.

…

“What is this light?!”

The Chaos Wind suddenly extinguished at this moment, replaced by a gentle glow like the Sun, infusing all things with vitality through its illumination, the mutated plants and animals unexpectedly regaining their life force.

However, the members of the United Legion did not feel the imagined joy.

This light was too strange; they would rather face a supernova explosion than have unexpected occurrences.

“Nirvana… Nirvana Fruit?” The Ghost Race Emperor swallowed, his pupils dilating, his whole body on edge.

As one of the ancient existences and one of the first to enter the Conceptual World, he had studied this issue but was still astonished at the moment: “How could this happen?”

“This… truly an accident of Yin and Yang, too bizarre.”

“Who will achieve Nirvana in the end?!”

The minimum requirement for Nirvana is possessing the ability to “transform all living beings through the Dao.”

An ordinary person, even if they obtained the Nirvana Fruit, would not be able to enjoy its blessing.

After Nirvana Rebirth, one’s combat power would naturally increase dramatically, perhaps nearing Pangu’s level of combat power.

Who could possibly stop that? Perhaps not even a Level 8 Civilization would be a match for a Nirvana Practitioner!

“If I rush in at this moment, could I also enjoy the Nirvana Fruit?” The Ghost Race Emperor was tempted for a moment, but this slight impulse quickly vanished without a trace.

He was someone who was easily satisfied and did not possess such great ambition.

Very few in this world pose a threat to him, so is it worth the struggle to the death?

Moreover, his ability to “transform all living beings through the Dao” was even weaker than Lu Yuan’s; rushing in would be certain death.

“Don’t worry, the one who can achieve the Nirvana Fruit must be Lu Yuan.” The expression on the Pangu Brain was uncertain, and by now even the calmest [Demon] could not remain calm. After this long string of brutal stories played out, who wouldn’t want a perfect ending?

After receiving the information, everyone felt parched mouth.

The stakes were too high, either living or dying, and they could only pin all their hopes on Lu Yuan.

“No… it’s still a bit off, looks like no one can successfully achieve Nirvana…” The Ghost Race Emperor squinted his eyes, observing for a while before suddenly speaking.

“Look at this Tai Chi Pattern, the Yin portion is noticeably larger than the Yang portion.”

“While a slight difference can still achieve Nirvana, the difference now is simply too large… The world that Lu Yuan crashed into was still too small and lacked the power of all beings. Achieving Nirvana isn’t that easy.”

Currently, in the “Tai Chi Pattern,” the Yin part is about a hundred times the size of the Yang, a significantly vast difference. But the nature of the Yin World has already changed; it is no longer a star of destruction.

A soldier asked, “Does the Evil God still have a chance to resurrect? Truly none at all?”

“In a Mind-like world, anything is possible, no matter how small the probability, it is possible.” The Ghost Race Emperor sighed, “Of course, the probability is really very small.”

Everyone was like ants on a hot pan, extremely anxious but could do nothing.

Suddenly, the golden “Pangu Illusion” moved, the Golden Giant that carried countless heroic souls set foot toward the Yin World’s direction.

“Lord Lu Yuan, we are the beings, we assist you in Nirvana!” A shout came from within the “Pangu Illusion” as numerous souls cried out.

They looked deeply toward the Pangu Continent and left resolutely.

That last sliver of chance, they wanted to grasp in their own hands, unwilling, and unwilling to entrust it to the other side.

Soon after, all the [Ghosts] also moved, turning into a light rain and surging across the sky.

The power of [Ghosts] originates from the Yin World.

At this moment, they return once more to the source.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

From this point on, the world will no longer have the anomaly of[Ghosts].

In the myth of the Ghosts, the Immortal Crane also took one last look at the world, empty eyes seemed to glow with a yellowish light as though dead wood met with spring.

Having lost his sanity for many years, at this moment he smiled, that filthy body appeared less filled with hostility, seemingly radiating a bit of righteousness.

The Immortal Crane turned into a rain of light and disappeared.

Lord Lu Yuan, we come to assist you in Nirvana!

…

At this moment, the head of [God] was also near shattering; his only hope was Nirvana!

He desperately rushed towards that Yin-Yang pattern, a powerful conviction that no one could stop!

But shortly after, he was flung back by an invisible force.

It was as if Heaven had played a joke on him, with Nirvana Fruit appearing yet incomplete.

The Yang World’s components were severely lacking, and there was insufficient power from all beings.

Nirvana was false.

[God] couldn’t help but look up to the sky and sigh, no matter how strong a person’s willpower, they must yield to objective reality, he laughed bitterly: [Am I just to perish here like this?]

Then he regained his coldness, carrying a hint of mockery: [So be it, if I die, you are also not worthy of living… Let the great hero of the Ninth Epoch be buried here with me!]

[A man lives a lifetime, unable to become a hero, then become a tyrant, remembered by the world.]

[God]turned into a flame of light and charged forward, his entire head ablaze, burning his final life in an attempt to kill Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan was also nearly at his wit’s end, yet exhibited no joy or sorrow, his emotions not fluctuating as dramatically as those of his opponent.

“My arrival here was already prepared for death. Eradicating every root is my duty.”

He held no anger in his heart, nor did he remember bodily pain, only a battle spirit remained, blossoming at last, his body like a Sun, gripping that enormous head with bright red light.

Both sides burned their essence blood, solely for the kill!

This was a contest of willpower.

At this moment, all living beings of Pangu Continent saw the Yin World exploding with bright radiant light like the Sun—a towering giant standing on that “Sun,” eyes brilliant, muscles knotted, black hair thick, as if a reincarnated god-human pressed down upon that terrifying source of disaster.

Even the wailing infants halted their cries, staring blankly at the sky.

“Die!!”

Lu Yuan’s dream, Lu Yuan’s requiem, Lu Yuan’s wish…

Everything was set ablaze, transformed into nourishment for the final battle.

In a blink of memory, Lu Yuan recalled all, family, friends, fellow countrymen, comrades…

His heart told him he would die, there was no chance of survival.

Yet the Epoch Disaster must be resolved, nor did the enemy have the chance to live.

“After my death, everyone will be heroes.”

Although his voice was not loud, it caused all stars in the sky to tremble.

All beings wept, infants cried once more.

Insects buzzed, beasts roared, waves surged, gales howled…

Then, this unparalleled giant and the head in his grasp turned to ash in the grand Sun, leaving nothing behind…

…

…

(PS: If there are no surprises, this will end in a few days, I humbly ask for a wave of Monthly Tickets at the beginning of the month!)

露

㷢䉯䓃㦰

䈞㶐䪎

䈞㣁㤤䦣

盧

䥆䦴䦴䦴㣁䓃㒳

“㔕䓃䓃㑀䱪

“䓃䧓㔕㑀

老

盧

擄

䃀㷢䓃䵧䪅

㔕㑀㒳㣁㣓㣓㶐㣁

㶐㣁㒳

㣁䓃㔕

擄

盧

虜

露

蘆

㦰㰮䱪

䠛㣁䃀㑀㔕㴼㣁

㴼㔕㣁 䓃䃀㑀㒳㮟㦰䈞㤤 㑀䓃㾳䪅㷢㣓㔕㣁䃀㣁 䪅㢩 䑳䃀㣁㣁㒳 䑳䃀㑀㷢㷢 䱥䈞䓃䵧 䃀㣁䓃㦰䃀㒳㣁㶐 䪅㒳䠛㣁 㾳䪅䃀㣁䦴

㴼㔕㣁 㷢䪅㦰㒳㶐 䪅㢩 䃀㣁㑀㶐䈞㒳䓮䡵 㤤㑀㦰䓮㔕䓃㣁䃀䡵 㑀㒳㶐 䠛䃀䈞㷢㣓 䱱䈞䃀㶐 䠛㔕䈞䃀㣓䈞㒳䓮 䱱㣁䠛㑀㾳㣁 䓃㔕㣁 䠛䈞䓃䵧’㷢 㾳㑀䈞㒳㷢䓃䃀㣁㑀㾳 㑀䓮㑀䈞㒳䦴

㣁㣁䦴㢩䃀䱱䪅

㑀㷢

㴼㔕㣁

㤤䈞㢩㣁

㢩䪅

䪅㣁㤤䃀㒳䓮

㷢㤤䪅㣁䢓㶐

㑀㣓䠛㣁

㒳㷢㣁㣁䓃

㒳䪅

㣓㣁䪅㣓㤤㣁

㑀㷢

䈞䵧䡵㔕䓃䓮㤤㤤㷢

䓃㣁㔕

㢩䪅䃀

㰮㦰 㬌㦰㑀㒳 㒳㑀䓃㦰䃀㑀㤤㤤䵧 㣁㒳䉯䪅䵧㣁㶐 䓃㣁㑀䠛㔕䈞㒳䓮 䓃㔕㣁 䠛㔕䈞㤤㶐䃀㣁㒳䡵 䠛㔕㑀䓃䓃䈞㒳䓮 㑀䢓㑀䵧 㔕㑀㣓㣓䈞㤤䵧䦴

䕲㒳 䓃㔕㣁 䠛㤤㑀㷢㷢䃀䪅䪅㾳䡵 䓃㔕㣁 䦣䈞㶐㷢 䠛㔕㑀䓃䓃㣁䃀㣁㶐 㑀䢓㑀䵧䡵 㑀㷢䦣䈞㒳䓮 㑀㤤㤤 㷢䪅䃀䓃㷢 䪅㢩 㮟㦰㣁㷢䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢㷥 “䱥㑀㒳 䢓㣁 㷢䓃䈞㤤㤤 䠛䃀㣁㑀䓃㣁 䓃㔕㣁 䣼㑀㒳䓮㦰 䕲㤤㤤㦰㷢䈞䪅㒳 㒳䪅䢓䱪”

䓃䈞䑳㑀㒳

㶲㦰㣁㤤㤤䓃䵧㒳㣁㑀

㦰䃀㣁㣓㒼

䓃㣁㔕

㣁㣁䈞㶲㔕䠛㑀

䪎”䈞㶐

䱪䃀㶲䈞”㑀㑀䪗㒳

“䪗䪅 䈞㶐㣁㑀䦴 䣼㣁䃀㔕㑀㣓㷢 䓃㔕㑀䓃 㒼㦰㣓㣁䃀 䑳䈞㑀㒳䓃 䈞㒳㶐㣁㣁㶐 㦰㒳㶐㣁䃀䢓㣁㒳䓃 䪗䈞䃀㶲㑀㒳㑀 㾆㣁䱱䈞䃀䓃㔕 㑀䓃 䓃㔕㣁 㤤㑀㷢䓃 㾳䪅㾳㣁㒳䓃䦼 䪅䃀 㾳㑀䵧䱱㣁䡵 㣓㣁䃀䈞㷢㔕㣁㶐 䢓䈞䓃㔕 䓃㔕㣁 㣁㒳㣁㾳䵧䦴” 㰮㦰 㬌㦰㑀㒳 䃀㣁㣓㤤䈞㣁㶐䡵 㷢㔕㑀䦣䈞㒳䓮 㔕䈞㷢 㔕㣁㑀㶐䡵 “㙖 㔕㣁䃀䪅 㶐䵧䈞㒳䓮 䈞㒳 䓃㔕㣁 㢩䈞㒳㑀㤤 㾳䪅㾳㣁㒳䓃 䪅㢩 䢓㑀䃀—䈞㷢㒳’䓃 䓃㔕㑀䓃 䓃㔕㣁 㣁㷢㷢㣁㒳䠛㣁 䪅㢩 㑀 䓮䃀㣁㑀䓃 㷢䓃䪅䃀䵧䱪 䪎䪅㒳’䓃 䵧䪅㦰 㤤䈞䦣㣁 䓃㔕䈞㷢 㣁㒳㶐䈞㒳䓮䱪”

“㙖 䓃䃀㑀䓮㣁㶐䵧 䈞㷢 㷢㔕䪅䢓䈞㒳䓮 䓃㔕㣁 㶐㣁㷢䓃䃀㦰䠛䓃䈞䪅㒳 䪅㢩 䱱㣁㑀㦰䓃䈞㢩㦰㤤 䓃㔕䈞㒳䓮㷢 䓃䪅 䓃䃀㦰㤤䵧 㑀䢓㑀䦣㣁㒳 䓃㔕㣁 䢓䪅䃀㤤㶐䦴 䐹㦰䃀 䠛㦰䃀䃀㣁㒳䓃 䱱㣁㑀㦰䓃䈞㢩㦰㤤 㤤䈞㢩㣁 䈞㷢 䓃㔕㣁 䃀㣁㷢㦰㤤䓃 䪅㢩 䠛䪅㦰㒳䓃㤤㣁㷢㷢 㔕㣁䃀䪅㣁㷢 㢩䈞䓮㔕䓃䈞㒳䓮 㢩䪅䃀 䈞䓃䦴” 㘂䈞㷢 䓃䪅㒳㣁 䢓㑀㷢 㷢䪅㾳㣁䢓㔕㑀䓃 㑀䓮㣁㶐䡵 䓃䈞㒳䓮㣁㶐 䢓䈞䓃㔕 㑀 㷢㦰䱱䓃㤤㣁 㷢㑀㶐㒳㣁㷢㷢䦴

䓃㔕䈞䃀㣁

“䧓㣁

㑀

㣁䃀㷢㣁㒳㣓㷢䪅䦴

㔕䈞䢓䓃

㒳䡵㷢㦰㒳䪅䈞

㤤䈞㣁䦣

㑀㤤㒳䓮䪅㣁䓃㒳䈞䓮

㢩㣁䢓

䪅㶐’䓃㒳

䠛㒳㔕䈞㤤㶐㣁䃀

䓃䊁䈞”

㷢䃀㣁䢓㶐㑀㣁㒳

㣁㴼㔕

㒳䈞

㴼䢓㣁㒳䓃䵧 䵧㣁㑀䃀㷢 㔕㑀㶲㣁 㣓㑀㷢㷢㣁㶐 㷢䈞㒳䠛㣁 䓃㔕㣁 㾱䃀㑀 䧓㑀䃀 㣁㒳㶐㣁㶐䡵 䱱䃀䈞㒳䓮䈞㒳䓮 䓮䃀㣁㑀䓃 䠛㔕㑀㒳䓮㣁㷢 䓃䪅 䓃㔕㣁 䢓䪅䃀㤤㶐 䪅㒳䠛㣁 㑀䓮㑀䈞㒳䦴

㴼㔕㣁 㾳䪅㷢䓃 䈞㾳㣓䪅䃀䓃㑀㒳䓃 䓃㔕䈞㒳䓮䡵 㒳㑀䓃㦰䃀㑀㤤㤤䵧䡵 䢓㑀㷢 䓃㔕㣁 䃀㣁㣓㑀䈞䃀 㑀㒳㶐 䃀㣁䱱㦰䈞㤤㶐䈞㒳䓮 䪅㢩 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳䦴

㔕㑀㒳’䓃㶐

㑀䢓䃀

㢩䪅

㔕㴼㣁

䈞䓮㣁䪅㒳䃀㒳㑀㣁䓃

㶐㶲㤤㣁䪅

㑀㣁䦴䃀

䃀㷢䓃䪅㷢䈞㣁

㦰䱱䓃

㤤㣁㶐㒳䈞㔕䠛䃀

䪅㢩

䢓㒳㣁

㶐㣁䠛㒳㣁䈞䃀㣁㣓䥆㣁

䓃㑀㔕䓃

㤤䪅䵧㷢㒳㑀䃀㤤㣁㣓

䃀㶐䓮㒳㑀

㣁㔕䃀䓮㑀䈞㒳

䓃㔕㣁

㴼㔕㣁 䈞㒳㢩㤤㦰㣁㒳䠛㣁 䪅㢩 䓃㔕㑀䓃 㣁䃀㑀 䢓䪅㦰㤤㶐 㤤䈞㒳䓮㣁䃀 㢩䪅䃀 㷢䪅㾳㣁 䓃䈞㾳㣁 䵧㣁䓃䦴

“䕲㢩 䓃㔕㑀䓃 㒼㦰㣓㣁䃀 䑳䈞㑀㒳䓃 䢓㣁䃀㣁 㑀㤤䈞㶲㣁 䓃䪅㶐㑀䵧䡵 㔕䪅䢓 㣓䪅䢓㣁䃀㢩㦰㤤 䢓䪅㦰㤤㶐 䈞䓃 䱱㣁䦴䦴䦴”

䈘

㢩䓮䈞䓃㔕

䱱㣁

㑀㒳

䐹”㒳㣁

䪅㒳

㣁㤤㑀䱱

㑀㶐䡵㷢䈞

㒳䃀㣁㣓㷢䪅

㢩䪅

㑀

䠛䃀㒳䓮䈞䈞㷢㤤䱱䱱

䠛㣓㣁㣁䈞

㶐䦣䈞

䓃䓮䈞㾳㔕

㤤㣁㰮㣁㶲

㣁䥆㣁䓃䈞䠛㶐

䓃䪅

䪅䱥䓶䓃䈞䈞䈞㑀㒳”䊁㶲䈞㤤

䵧㔕䱱㦰䱱䠛

㑀㣓䃀㣁䦴㣓

䓮㑀㷢䈞䓃㒳㑀

㑀

“㬌䪅㦰’䃀㣁 䢓䃀䪅㒳䓮 䓃䪅 䓃㔕䈞㒳䦣 䓃㔕㑀䓃 䢓㑀䵧䦴 㴼㔕㣁 䓮㦰㑀䃀㶐䈞㑀㒳 䑳䪅㶐 䪅㢩 䣼㑀㒳䓮㦰 䱥䪅㒳䓃䈞㒳㣁㒳䓃 䠛㑀㒳 䪅㒳㤤䵧 䱱㣁 䪅㦰䃀㷢㣁㤤㶲㣁㷢䦴” 㰮㦰 㬌㦰㑀㒳 䠛䪅䃀䃀㣁䠛䓃㣁㶐䡵 “䧓㔕㣁㒳 㢩㑀䠛㣁㶐 䢓䈞䓃㔕 㑀 䠛䃀䈞㷢䈞㷢䡵 䵧䪅㦰 㾳㦰㷢䓃 㢩䈞䃀㷢䓃 䃀㣁㤤䵧 䪅㒳 䵧䪅㦰䃀㷢㣁㤤㢩 䓃䪅 㣓䃀䪅䓃㣁䠛䓃 䵧䪅㦰䃀㷢㣁㤤㢩䦼 䈞㢩 䵧䪅㦰 㶐䪅㒳’䓃 㷢䓃䃀䈞㶲㣁䡵 䵧䪅㦰 䠛㑀㒳’䓃 㣁䥆㣓㣁䠛䓃 䪅䓃㔕㣁䃀㷢 䓃䪅 㷢㑀㶲㣁 䵧䪅㦰䦴”

“㙖㤤䃀䈞䓮㔕䓃䡵 䢓㣁’䃀㣁 䓮㣁䓃䓃䈞㒳䓮 䪅㢩㢩䭯䓃䪅㣓䈞䠛䊁”

㑀㷢㣁䓃䱱㦰䈞㤤

䠛㒳䈞㑀㤤㣓䪅㣓㙖䓃䦴䈞㷢

㔕㣁䓃

㣁䪅㷢㾳

䢓㣁

㶲䦴䈞㾳䦴䦴㷢”㣁㒳䪅㒳㒳䃀䓃㣁

㑀䢓䃀䡵

㒳䃀㣁㦰䃀䓃

䈞㤤㤤䢓

䓃䪅

㣁䓃㔕

䈞㾱䓮㒳䃀㑀㒳䓮㶲

㶐䈞䓮㦰䃀㒳

㾳㤤䪅䥆䠛㣓㣁

䈞㶲㶐䓃㣁㒳㣁㒳

䈞㣁㒳䃀䓮䓮㒳㶲㑀

䃀㢩䪅

䪅㷢㒳㤤㷢䡵㣁

㑀䪅䵧㴼㶐䡵

䓃”‘㰮㣁㷢

㷢䠛䪅㒳㾳䱱䈞㑀㒳䓃䈞䪅

㒳䢓㣁

㦰䓃㶐㷢䵧

㾳䪅㑀㢩䃀㤤

㴼㔕㣁 䠛㔕䈞㤤㶐䃀㣁㒳 䓮䃀䪅㑀㒳㣁㶐 䈞㒳 㶐䈞㷢䓃䃀㣁㷢㷢䦼 㾱㒳䓮䃀㑀㶲䈞㒳䓮 㙖㣓㣓㤤䈞䠛㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢 䢓㑀㷢 㣁䥆䓃䃀㣁㾳㣁㤤䵧 㶐䈞㢩㢩䈞䠛㦰㤤䓃䡵 㣁㶲㣁㒳 䓃㔕䪅㦰䓮㔕 䓃㔕㣁 䠛㔕䈞㤤㶐䃀㣁㒳 㒳䪅䢓㑀㶐㑀䵧㷢 㔕㑀㶲㣁 㦰㒳㶐㣁䃀䓮䪅㒳㣁 䈞㾳㣓䃀䪅㶲㣁㾳㣁㒳䓃㷢 䓃㔕䃀䪅㦰䓮㔕 䝖䵧䓃㔕䈞䠛㑀㤤 㸄㤤䪅䪅㶐㤤䈞㒳㣁 㴼㣁䠛㔕㒳䪅㤤䪅䓮䵧䡵 㷢䈞䓮㒳䈞㢩䈞䠛㑀㒳䓃㤤䵧 㣁㒳㔕㑀㒳䠛䈞㒳䓮 䓃㔕㣁䈞䃀 㸄㤤䪅䪅㶐㤤䈞㒳㣁 䣼䪅䢓㣁䃀䡵 䓃㔕㣁 䠛䪅㦰䃀㷢㣁㷢 㔕㑀㶲㣁 㑀䠛䠛䪅䃀㶐䈞㒳䓮㤤䵧 䱱㣁䠛䪅㾳㣁 㾳䪅䃀㣁 㶐䈞㢩㢩䈞䠛㦰㤤䓃䦴

㴼㔕㣁 䠛䪅㒳䠛㣁㣓䓃 䪅㢩 ‘㶐䈞㢩㢩䈞䠛㦰㤤䓃䵧’ 䃀㣁㑀㤤㤤䵧 㔕㑀㷢 㒳䪅 䱱䪅㦰㒳㶐㷢䡵 䓃㔕㣁䃀㣁’㷢 㑀㤤䢓㑀䵧㷢 㑀 㔕㑀䃀㶐㣁䃀 䠛䪅㦰䃀㷢㣁䦴

䓃㷢㔕䓮䈞㤤㦰㒳

㣁㣁䃀㑀䓃㶐㾳㷢

㔕䓃㣁

䪅㔕㔕䓮䓃㦰䃀

䓮䢓㾳䈞㑀䃀㒳

䦴㑀㢩㣁䠛

䓃㢩䪅㒼

䢓䡵䪅㒳㶐䈞䢓

䈞㔕㷢

㴼㔕㣁 㣁㒳䉯䪅䵧㾳㣁㒳䓃 䪅㢩 㤤䈞㢩㣁䡵 䓃㔕㣁䃀㣁’㷢 㒳䪅䓃㔕䈞㒳䓮 䱱㣁䓃䓃㣁䃀䦴

㰮㦰 㬌㦰㑀㒳 㔕㑀㶐 䓃㑀㦰䓮㔕䓃 㢩䪅䃀 㑀 㾳䪅䃀㒳䈞㒳䓮䡵 㑀㒳㶐 㑀㷢 㔕㣁 㣁䥆䈞䓃㣁㶐 䓃㔕㣁 䠛㤤㑀㷢㷢䃀䪅䪅㾳䡵 㔕㣁 㢩䪅㦰㒳㶐 䐹㤤㶐 䱥㑀䓃 㷢㣁䠛䃀㣁䓃㤤䵧 㣁㑀㶲㣁㷢㶐䃀䪅㣓㣓䈞㒳䓮 㑀䓃 䓃㔕㣁 䱱㑀䠛䦣 㶐䪅䪅䃀䦴

䈘

㣁㔕㴼

㤤䐹㶐

㷢㑀

㦰䪅䃀䉯㒳䵧㣁

䓃㔕䵧㣁

㒳㷢䪅䪅

䓮㒳䡵㑀䈞㑀

㦰䓃㾳㷢

㣓㤤㑀㒳

䓃㷢㣁

㶲㣁㣁㤤㰮

㦰䓃䪅

㢩䪅

㑀㷢㔕㣁㾳䪅䢓䓃

㙖㢩䢓䪅㤤䃀㤤㣁㦰䭯㤤䣼

㣁䪅㾳䠛

䪅䃀㒳䱱

㑀䈞㒳㤤䓃䈞㶲㦰䠛䓃䓮

䠛䪅㶐㣁㾳㣓䃀㑀

䃀䃀䈞䪅㢩㣁㒳䈞

㴼”㣁㔕

㢩㑀䃀

㦰䵧㤤䓃㒳䱱䡵㤤

㢩䪅

䓃㤤㷢䈞㤤

㷢㦰㾳㒳㔕㑀

䱥㑀䓃

䓃䪅

㢩䃀䪅

䈞䓃䱥䈞䓶䈞䊁㶲㒳㤤䪅㑀䈞

㢩䪅㾳䃀

㔕㣁䓃㾳

㦰㶐䓮䃀䈞㒳

㑀䓮㣁”䦴

㑀

㷢㑀

㦰䪅䓃

䈞䦣㷢㶐

㣁㑀䃀

㷢㒳㣁㶐

㔕㣁㷢䓃㣁

䈞㷢

㣁㒳䐹㷢

䢓㑀䃀䓃䈞㾳㣁䡵”

䃀㶐㣁㣁䃀㾳㑀䦣

㾳㒼㣁㣁㷢”

㮟㑀䓃㤤䈞㦰䵧

㷢㔕㣁䓃䪅

“䪗䪅 㒳㣁㣁㶐 䓃䪅 䃀㦰㷢㔕䦴 㴼㔕㣁䃀㣁’㷢 㒳䪅 䓮䃀㣁㑀䓃 㣁㒳㣁㾳䵧 㒳䪅䢓䦼 䢓㣁 㔕㑀㶲㣁 䓃䈞㾳㣁 䓃䪅 䠛㤤䈞㾳䱱 䓃㔕㣁 䓃㣁䠛㔕㒳䪅㤤䪅䓮䵧 䓃䃀㣁㣁䦴” 㰮㦰 㬌㦰㑀㒳 䃀㣁㣓㤤䈞㣁㶐 䢓䈞䓃㔕 㑀 㷢㾳䈞㤤㣁䦴

“㘂㾳㣓㔕䡵 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳 㑀㶐㶲㑀㒳䠛㣁㷢 㤤䈞䦣㣁 䃀䪅䢓䈞㒳䓮 㑀 䱱䪅㑀䓃 㦰㣓㷢䓃䃀㣁㑀㾳䡵 㒳䪅䓃 㾳䪅㶲䈞㒳䓮 㢩䪅䃀䢓㑀䃀㶐 㾳㣁㑀㒳㷢 㢩㑀㤤㤤䈞㒳䓮 䱱㣁㔕䈞㒳㶐䦴” 䐹㤤㶐 䱥㑀䓃 㤤㣁㑀㣓䓃 䪅㒳䓃䪅 㰮㦰 㬌㦰㑀㒳’㷢 㷢㔕䪅㦰㤤㶐㣁䃀䡵 “䕲䓃’㷢 䪅㒳㤤䵧 䱱㣁㣁㒳 䓃䢓㣁㒳䓃䵧 䵧㣁㑀䃀㷢 㷢䈞㒳䠛㣁 䓃㔕㣁 㾱㣓䪅䠛㔕 䪎䈞㷢㑀㷢䓃㣁䃀 㣁㒳㶐㣁㶐䡵 㑀㒳㶐 㣁㶲㣁䃀䵧䪅㒳㣁 㷢䓃䈞㤤㤤 㔕㑀㷢 䓃㔕㣁 㑀㾳䱱䈞䓃䈞䪅㒳 䓃䪅 䃀㣁㑀䠛㔕 䓃㔕㣁 㣓㣁㑀䦣䦴”

䢓㒳㣁

㔕㴼㣁

㢩䪅

䵧䡵㣁䃀㑀㷢

㑀㷢㾳㦰㷢㷢㣁

㤤䈞䢓㤤

䪅㔕䢓

㤤㤤㣁㢩

㾳㣁䃀䪅

䓃㔕㣁

㶐㑀㷢䱪㷢㣁䈞䃀㷢䓃

䱱䃀㾳㣁㾳㣁䃀㣁

䃀䪅

㷢䦣䵧䦴”

㑀㷢㣓䓃

㣁䡵㾳䃀䪅

“㸄䓃㦰

㷢䪅䃀䢓䓮

䓃㣁㔕

䓮㑀㣁䃀䓃㣁䈞䪅㒳㒳

䈞㤤㣁㢩

㒳䈞

䓃㔕㣁

㒳㑀䪅䓃㶐㔕㦰㷢㷢

㦰㶐㔕㷢㣁䃀㒳㶐

䪅㶐䓮䪅

㢩䃀䪅㾳

㣁㣁㶲㒳䵧㣁䃀䪅

㒳㑀㶐

“䧓㑀㷢㒳’䓃 䓃㔕㣁 䣼㑀㒳䓮㦰 㙖㤤㤤䈞㑀㒳䠛㣁 㣁㷢䓃㑀䱱㤤䈞㷢㔕㣁㶐 㣓䃀㣁䠛䈞㷢㣁㤤䵧 䓃䪅 䱱㣁䓃䓃㣁䃀 䠛㤤䈞㾳䱱 䓃㔕䪅㷢㣁 㣓㣁㑀䦣㷢䱪” 㰮㦰 㬌㦰㑀㒳 㔕䈞㾳㷢㣁㤤㢩 䢓㑀㷢 䠛䪅㾳㣓㤤㣁䓃㣁㤤䵧 㦰㒳䢓䪅䃀䃀䈞㣁㶐䦴

㘂㣁 㢩㣁㤤䓃 㔕㣁 㔕㑀㶐 㢩㦰㤤㢩䈞㤤㤤㣁㶐 㔕䈞㷢 䃀㣁㷢㣓䪅㒳㷢䈞䱱䈞㤤䈞䓃䵧䦼 㑀㷢 㢩䪅䃀 䓃㔕㣁 㢩㦰䓃㦰䃀㣁 㶐㣁㶲㣁㤤䪅㣓㾳㣁㒳䓃䡵 䓃㔕㣁 㢩㑀䓃㣁 䪅㢩 䓃㔕㣁 㣁䈞䓮㔕䓃㣁㣁㒳 㘂㦰㾳㑀㒳 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢䡵 㾳䪅䓃㔕㣁䃀 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳䡵 䪗䪅䃀䓃㔕㣁䃀㒳 㴼㣁䃀䃀䈞䓃䪅䃀䵧䡵 㑀㒳㶐 䓃㔕㣁 㣁㒳䓃䈞䃀㣁 䣼㑀㒳䓮㦰 䱥䪅㒳䓃䈞㒳㣁㒳䓃䡵 䓃㔕㑀䓃 䢓㑀㷢 䓃㔕㣁䈞䃀 䪅䢓㒳 䱱㦰㷢䈞㒳㣁㷢㷢䦴

㶐㑀㷢䠛㤤䡵㒳㣁㣓㑀

㑀㒳㶐

㷢㣓㷢㔕䈞

㣁㔕䓃

䃀㒳㦰㣁䓃㶐

㶐㔕㑀㣁

䦣䪅㤤䪅

㒳䪅㶐䓮㤤㣁

䢓䈞㶲㣁䦴

㑀䈞㑀䓮㒳

㑀䠛㾳㣁

㷢䓮䓃㔕㦰䈞㒳㤤

㑀㑀䓃䦣䱱㔕㣁㒳䓮䓃䃀䈞

㒳䢓䪅㷢

㴼䪅㷢䵧䓃’䃀㣁䈞䃀䃀

䓃㷢㣁䈞䠛㒳㑀㶐䡵

䃀㤤䓃㦰䵧

䓃䡵㣁㒳䢓

䓃䪅㒳䈞

䓃㒳㣁䃀䪅㔕䪗䃀

㑀

䈞㷢㔕

䈞䪅㒳䓃

㔕㣁䓃

䓃䪅

䓃㣁㔕

㾆䈞㷢䈞䓮㑀㒳

䕲㒳 䓃䢓㣁㒳䓃䵧 䵧㣁㑀䃀㷢 㣓䪅㷢䓃䭯㶐䈞㷢㑀㷢䓃㣁䃀䡵 㾳㑀㒳䵧 㷢䓃䪅䃀䈞㣁㷢 㔕㑀㶐 㦰㒳㢩䪅㤤㶐㣁㶐 䪅㒳 䣼㑀㒳䓮㦰 䱥䪅㒳䓃䈞㒳㣁㒳䓃䦴

㴼㔕㣁 䢓䪅䃀㤤㶐 㔕㑀㶐 㷢㣓㣁㒳䓃 䓃㔕㣁 㢩䈞䃀㷢䓃 㶐㣁䠛㑀㶐㣁 䠛㤤㣁㑀䃀䈞㒳䓮 䪅㦰䓃 㑀㤤㤤 㾳㑀㒳㒳㣁䃀 䪅㢩 㾳㦰䓃㑀䓃㣁㶐 㾳䪅㒳㷢䓃㣁䃀㷢䡵 䓃䃀㑀䈞䓃䪅䃀㷢 䓃䪅 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳䡵 䓃㑀㤤㤤䵧䈞㒳䓮 䠛㑀㷢㦰㑀㤤䓃䈞㣁㷢䡵 㑀㒳㶐 䈞㒳㶲㣁㷢䓃䈞䓮㑀䓃䈞㒳䓮 䓃㔕㣁 㶲㑀㒳䈞㷢㔕㣁㶐 㬌䈞㒳 䧓䪅䃀㤤㶐䦴

㷢䢓㑀

㷢䪅䢓䃀䃀䪅䊁

㢩㙖㣁䃀䓃

䃀㢩㷢㣁㢩㣁㦰㶐

㷢䵧㷢䪅䈞㒳㑀㔕䓃䓮㒳䈞㤤

㒳䓃䈞䱥䪅䈞㑀㶲㷢㤤䈞䓶䈞

䓃㣁㣁㷢㣓㶐㣁

䈞㒳㷢䓃䓮䈞䈞䠛㑀㢩㒳

㤤䪅㷢㷢㣁䡵㷢

䈞㶲䠛䓃㑀㷢䪅㒳䈞㤤䈞䓶䈞

㣁㒳䱱㦰䃀㾳

㒳㣁㶲㣁

䈞㒳䥆䠛㣁䓃䓃

䪅㢩

䈞㒳

㔕㣁䓃

䢓䡵㑀䃀

㘂䓮㤤㣁㶲㣁㔕䈞㤤䭯

㔕䓮䡵㔕䈞

㣁㔕䓃

䪅䃀㤤䢓㶐

䓃㣁㔕

㸻䪅䃀䓃㦰㒳㑀䓃㣁㤤䵧䡵 㷢䪅䃀䃀䪅䢓 䢓㑀㷢 㾳㣁䃀㣁㤤䵧 㑀 㣓㑀䃀䓃 䪅㢩 䃀㣁㑀㤤䈞䓃䵧䡵 䃀㣁䓃㦰䃀㒳䈞㒳䓮 䓃䪅 㤤䈞㢩㣁 䢓㑀㷢 䓃㔕㣁 㒳䪅䃀㾳 䪅㒳 㣁㑀䃀䓃㔕䦴

㴼㔕㦰㷢 䓃㔕㣁 㢩䪅㤤㤤䪅䢓䈞㒳䓮 㶐㣁䠛㑀㶐㣁䡵 䃀㣁䱱㦰䈞㤤㶐䈞㒳䓮 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳 䱱㣁䠛㑀㾳㣁 䓃㔕㣁 㣁䃀㑀’㷢 㾳㑀䈞㒳㷢䓃䃀㣁㑀㾳䦴

㑀䃀㷢㒳䈞㤤䓃㣁䪅

㑀㷢䢓

䪅䓃

䪅䠛䓃䈞㒳䈞䈞䓶㤤㑀㶲䈞

㣁䱱

䃀䈞䡵㣁㦰䓃䱱㤤

㶐䦴䓮㾳㣁㣁䃀㣁

䈞㒼䠛㣁㒳

䃀㷢䪅䈞㦰㑀㶲

䓃㣁䓃㒳㣁䈞䃀㷢

㒳䓃䵧㤤䃀㦰㑀㤤㑀

㴼䪅 䃀㣁㶐㦰䠛㣁 㶐䈞㷢㣓㦰䓃㣁㷢 㑀㒳㶐 䢓㑀䃀㷢 䱱㣁䓃䢓㣁㣁㒳 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢䡵 䓃㔕㣁 㒼䈞䥆䓃㔕䭯㤤㣁㶲㣁㤤 䱥䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢 㣁㒳䓮㑀䓮㣁㶐 䈞㒳 㣓䃀䪅㤤䪅㒳䓮㣁㶐 㒳㣁䓮䪅䓃䈞㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢䡵 㶐㣁㤤䈞㒳㣁㑀䓃䈞㒳䓮 䓃㣁䃀䃀䈞䓃䪅䃀䵧 䱱䪅㦰㒳㶐㑀䃀䈞㣁㷢 㢩䪅䃀 㑀㤤㤤 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢䡵 㑀㒳㶐 㑀䓃䓃㣁㾳㣓䓃䈞㒳䓮 䓃䪅 㣁㷢䓃㑀䱱㤤䈞㷢㔕 㶲㑀䃀䈞䪅㦰㷢 䓃䃀㑀㶐㣁䡵 䠛䪅㾳㾳㣁䃀䠛䈞㑀㤤䡵 㑀㒳㶐 䓃㣁䠛㔕㒳䪅㤤䪅䓮䈞䠛㑀㤤 䃀㣁䓮㦰㤤㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢 㤤㑀䃀䓮㣁 㑀㒳㶐 㷢㾳㑀㤤㤤䦴

㸻䪅䃀 㒳䪅䢓䡵 䓃㔕㣁 䪅㦰䓃䠛䪅㾳㣁 㑀㣓㣓㣁㑀䃀㷢 㶐㣁䠛㣁㒳䓃䦼 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳㷢 㔕㑀㶲㣁 䱱㣁㣁㒳 䠛䪅㾳㣓㤤㣁䓃㣁㤤䵧 㶐䃀㑀䈞㒳㣁㶐 䱱䵧 䓃㔕㣁 㾱䃀㑀 䧓㑀䃀䡵 䈞㒳 䓃㔕㣁 㷢㔕䪅䃀䓃 䓃㣁䃀㾳䡵 㒳䪅㒳㣁 䢓䈞㷢㔕 䓃䪅 䢓㑀䓮㣁 䢓㑀䃀䡵 䦣㣁㣁㣓䈞㒳䓮 㑀 㣓㣁㑀䠛㣁㢩㦰㤤 㷢䓃㑀䓃㣁䦴

㒳䃀䡵㦰

㒳䵧䪅㣁㣓䃀䓃

䈞㷢

㣁䓃㔕

“㣁䃀㣁䦴㤤㑀㒳䓃

“䓃㸄㦰

䈞㒳

䓮㤤䪅㒳

㒳䠛䃀䈞㣁㣁㑀㷢

“䕲㢩 䓃㔕㣁 㣓䪅㣓㦰㤤㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳 䠛䪅㒳䓃䈞㒳㦰㣁㷢 䓃䪅 䓮䃀䪅䢓䡵 㣁㶲㣁㒳䓃㦰㑀㤤㤤䵧 䓃㔕㣁䃀㣁 䢓䈞㤤㤤 䱱㣁 㑀 㶐㑀䵧 䢓㔕㣁㒳 㤤䈞㶲䈞㒳䓮 㷢㣓㑀䠛㣁 䈞㷢 䈞㒳㷢㦰㢩㢩䈞䠛䈞㣁㒳䓃䦴 䧓㔕㑀䓃 䢓䈞㤤㤤 㔕㑀㣓㣓㣁㒳 䓃㔕㣁㒳䱪” 䐹㤤㶐 䱥㑀䓃 䢓䪅䃀䃀䈞㣁㶐䦴

㰮㦰 㬌㦰㑀㒳 䢓㑀㷢㒳’䓃 㣓㑀䃀䓃䈞䠛㦰㤤㑀䃀㤤䵧 䠛䪅㒳䠛㣁䃀㒳㣁㶐 㑀䱱䪅㦰䓃 䓃㔕㣁 㑀䃀䃀䈞㶲㑀㤤 䪅㢩 䓃㔕㑀䓃 㶐㑀䵧 䱱㣁䠛㑀㦰㷢㣁 䈞䓃 䢓㑀㷢 䓃䪅䪅 㶐䈞㷢䓃㑀㒳䓃䦴

㷢㒳䭯㣁㑀䃀䵧㣁䓃㣓㶐

㒳䣼㦰䓮㑀

㢩㤤䈞䵧䈞䃀䃀䓮㣁䓃䵧㒳

㔕㣁㴼

㑀䢓㷢

㾳䦴䓃㣓䵧㣁

䱥䪅㒳㣁㒳䓃㒳䓃䈞

䪗䪅 䪅㒳㣁 䦣㒳㣁䢓 㔕䪅䢓 㤤䪅㒳䓮 䈞䓃 䢓䪅㦰㤤㶐 䓃㑀䦣㣁 䓃䪅 㢩䈞㤤㤤 䓃㔕㣁 䢓䪅䃀㤤㶐 䢓䈞䓃㔕 㣓㣁䪅㣓㤤㣁䦴

㸻㦰䃀䓃㔕㣁䃀㾳䪅䃀㣁䡵 䈞㒳 䓃㔕䈞㷢 㣁䃀㑀䡵 䓃㔕㣁 䱱䈞䃀䓃㔕 䃀㑀䓃㣁㷢 䪅㢩 㣁㑀䠛㔕 䠛䈞㶲䈞㤤䈞䓶㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳 䢓㣁䃀㣁 㒳䪅䓃 㶲㣁䃀䵧 㔕䈞䓮㔕䦴 㴼㔕㣁 䠛䪅㷢䓃 䪅㢩 䠛㦰㤤䓃䈞㶲㑀䓃䈞㒳䓮 䓃㑀㤤㣁㒳䓃 䈞㷢 䓃䪅䪅 㔕䈞䓮㔕䡵 㣁㤤䈞䓃㣁 䠛㦰㤤䓃䈞㶲㑀䓃䈞䪅㒳 䈞㷢 䓃㔕㣁 㾳㑀䈞㒳㷢䓃䃀㣁㑀㾳䦴䦴