Chapter 2446: 217: Future Buddha Lord_4

Capítulo 2446: Chapter 217: Future Buddha Lord_4

“King, Little Friend Wang?!”

“How, how could you be here?”

Upon hearing this address, Wang Ba felt no doubts in his heart anymore, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he nodded happily:

“Master Xinyuan, it is truly said that life is full of unexpected meetings… I never thought I would see you here.”

Buddha Tianyin looked slightly surprised:

“You know each other?”

Xinyuan hesitated for a moment, looking at Wang Ba.

Wang Ba smiled and nodded, not hiding the fact:

“The Master Xinyuan and I both come from the Little Cang World.”

Buddha Tianyin suddenly understood and sighed:

“Such a fate indeed.”

True Man Gai, on the other hand, slightly frowned:

“Middle-stage Unification? Tianyin, even if your Buddhism can employ the Enlightenment technique, this foundation is rather too weak, isn’t it? Can it really handle this?”

Xinyuan looked puzzled.

Yan Poluo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

“True Man, you misunderstood, the future Buddha Lord is not Xinyuan.”

True Man Gai and Wang Ba were both stunned, inadvertently looking at Buddha Tianyin.

Buddha Tianyin slightly nodded, looked at Xinyuan, and asked with a smile:

“I told him to come over, but why did he instead invite you to come?”

Xinyuan, hearing this, was slightly helpless but still spoke truthfully:

“He said his fate was approaching, needed to prepare, and asked me to come first… to delay for a bit.”

“Prepare?”

Upon hearing this, everyone inside the hall was a little stunned.

“This future Buddha Lord’s style is somewhat… haha, unconventional.”

True Man Gai couldn’t help but speak.

Buddha Tianyin had a bitter smile on his face, seemingly helpless about this future Buddha Lord.

Yan Poluo’s face showed slight seriousness and invisible anxiety, as if he had thought of some not so good things.

Rarely speaking out:

“Buddha Lord, I will go and take a look.”

Buddha Tianyin waved his hand, very tolerant, and said with a smile:

“Let it be, let him be for now.”

Yan Poluo, hearing this, had to pause, with a more worried look on his face.

Only Wang Ba, in his heart, couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of familiarity with this style, along with a mysterious premonition…

And at this moment.

Everyone sensed something, looking towards the outside of the hall.

But they saw the Nine Heavens like shattered colored glass, golden stripes spreading like a spider’s web.

A figure wearing a gold-plated Kasaya descended, with a thousand layers of light falling gracefully from the Sky Dome above Xumi Mountain, each step leaving void waves in the form of Buddha patterns, a thousand-petaled Golden Lotus blossomed beneath the feet, the Twelve Grade Lotus Platform rose with the Nine Ringed Staff, the pearl on the staff head burst into multicolored rays, turning this small world into a glass mirror sea.

The All Heavens Buddha Country manifested as a silhouette in the chanting of brahmin chants, surrounded by Eight Heavenly Dragons, their scales all coated with Buddha’s light, Vajra Warriors wielding the Demon-Subduing Pestle guarding left and right, the figure appeared youthful, red-lipped and white-toothed, with eyes like bright stars, seeming to pierce through illusions.

Speaking leisurely:

“Wonders of Wanxiang are mere shadows, one thought is Bodhi.

A wind passes over a thousand mountains, and clouds hang low over myriad ravines.

If the heart is Dustless, what stirs up right and wrong?

Bright moon illuminates the vast universe, freedom is as if the Buddha.”

But the Buddha’s words were like a massive bell, smashing the Sky Dome, sprinkling countless Shariputra relics across the sky, each reflecting the Pure Land of Extreme Joy’s reflection in the void, like a golden rain falling upon the earth, coloring the Three Thousand Miles of Sumeru Mountain into the hue of stained glass…

At this moment, whether inside or outside the hall, no one could help but look up, being stunned by the grand spectacle.

This scene, feared to be unmatched even if the immortals of the Second Realm Sea descended.

Inside the hall.

True Man Gai, who was astonished, couldn’t help but say with a smile:

“This future Buddha Lord of your realm is truly, truly interesting.”

Even though Buddha Tianyin had a high state of mind and cultivation, at this moment before his old friend, his face showed slight embarrassment:

“Haha, a child’s pure heart, a child’s pure heart…”

Yan Poluo’s complexion turned slightly blue, lowering his head, saying nothing, as if he wished to disappear into the ground.

Xinyuan seemed already accustomed to this, could only look at Wang Ba with a helpless and bitter smile.

And upon seeing the figure draped in Kasaya, at this moment feeling the massive amount of information flowing incessantly from the other side into his mind, Wang Ba’s expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already stirred by waves of delighted astonishment:

“Good fellow! He truly did not deceive me!”

“This is more than connecting with The Heavens… such luck, almost truly covered by him.”

Heart and mind intersecting.

But saw that figure clad in gold-plated Kasaya, dazzling, the young monk smiling as he slowly descended, the Lotus Platform holding him and the Zen Stick, with a wave of his sleeve, the Eight Heavenly Dragons and Vajra Warriors following swiftly dispersed like birds and beasts…

The young monk’s face couldn’t help but stiffen, silently cursing in his heart.

Fortunately, he had thick skin, indifferent, placing his hand upright before his chest, slightly bowing, addressing Buddha Tianyin from afar:

“Kong Zen, greets the Buddha Lord, greets the Chief, greets True Man Gai, greets…”

“Layman Taiyi.”

䟡㜂㢁㜂䍎㓲䊼䍎䈇䟡

㢁䥉

盧

盧

爐

櫓

䟳㘚㿢㕅䟡䥉

老

䟡㘚㜂

䟡㘚㜂

㜂㤀䫌䟡㘚䥉㴅㴅

㤀㜂㢁䘟䟡㿢

㱛䈇㤀䫌䍎

䊼㠕㿢㕀㠕㢁

㿢䐲㟵㢁㘚㓲㱛

㕀㜂㜂㜂䍎㠕㿢䊼㢁

㿢㜂㿢䫌

㢁㱛㠕

䥉䟡㘚㕀䎮㤀

㢁㜂

䎮䟳䈇㕅㕀

䟳䥉㢁㴅㴅

㢁䑷㜂㢁䟳䫌㢁

蘆

㿢䌘㘚

㘚䥉䥉㢁

擄

㴅䫷㿢䈇

䗬䟡㢁

盧

䫌䎮㿢䍎䥉㢁

㜂䥉䟳㿢䍎㿢䀰䟡䟡㠧

㘚䥉㿢

㢁䥉㜂䟳㜂㕀

㢁

㜂㢁䫷㴅㴅

㴅㤀㠕㢁㠕㴅㨋䈇䥉䊼㿢

㿢䥉㿢㘚䥉

㢁

㢁㜂

蘆

㕀㿢㠕

䈇㴤

㿢䥉㘚

櫓

䈇㴤

䟡㿢㤀㴅䈇㠕䑷

㢁㴤㓲㿢

㱛䫷䈇䑷

㜂㜂㜂㤀㿢㜂䈇䟡䊼㱛

䊼㜂㴅䟡

㕀㿢㠕

㜂䈇䈇䥉㠕

㢁

㱛䟡

㓲㱛䥉㿢㕀㿢

䴥䟡㜂 䥉㿢䫷䊼㿢㕀㢁䫷㿢㱛䥉 㕅㢁㜂 䥉㕀㢁㱛㜂㓲㿢㱛㠕㿢㱛䥉 㢁㱛㠕 㿢䥉㘚㿢㕀㿢㢁㴅䟳 㢁䑷䟡㱛 䥉䈇 㢁 䗬㢁㱛䟡㜂㘚㿢㠕 䤬䫷䫷䈇㕀䥉㢁㴅䐲

䑀䥉㢁㱛㠕䟡㱛㤀 㢁䥉䈇䊼 䥉㘚㿢 㤀㕀㿢㢁䥉 㘚㢁㴅㴅䟳 㘚㿢 䟡䫷䫷㿢㠕䟡㢁䥉㿢㴅䫌 㓲㢁䊼䥉䍎㕀㿢㠕 㿢䘟㿢㕀䫌䈇㱛㿢’㜂 㤀㢁䖒㿢䐲

㴵䘟㿢㱛

䌘㕀䍎㿢

㱛䥉㱛㿢䥉䟳䥉䟡䈇㢁

㿢䟡䥉㴅䥉㴅

㢁䟳䟡㿱

㿢㘚䊼㴅

㢁㭋㱛

㱛䥉㓲䈇’䍎㠕㴅

䥉㴅䟡㱛䟡䫌㢁㴅䟡

㜂䟡㿢䊼㱶㕀㢁

㕅㘚䈇

䥉䍎䎮

㿢㓲㿢㜂㕀䫌䥉㴅

㠕㢁䊼䟡

“㞃 㘚㢁㱛㠕㜂䈇䫷㿢 㴅䟡䥉䥉㴅㿢 䫷䈇㱛䑷 䟡㱛㠕㿢㿢㠕㐶”

䴥㿢 㕅㢁㜂 㱛䈇䥉 㢁 䘟䍎㴅㤀㢁㕀 䊼㿢㕀㜂䈇㱛 㕅㘚䈇 㓲㢁㕀㿢㠕 㢁䎮䈇䍎䥉 㜂䍎䊼㿢㕀㴤䟡㓲䟡㢁㴅 㢁䊼䊼㿢㢁㕀㢁㱛㓲㿢㜂䟳 䎮䍎䥉 䥉㘚㿢 䫌䈇䍎㱛㤀 䫷䈇㱛䑷’㜂 䥉㿢䫷䊼㿢㕀㢁䫷㿢㱛䥉 㕅㢁㜂 䥉㕀䍎㴅䫌 䥉㕀㢁㱛㜂㓲㿢㱛㠕㿢㱛䥉 㢁㱛㠕 䟡㱛㠕㿢㜂㓲㕀䟡䎮㢁䎮㴅䫌 㱛䈇䎮㴅㿢䐲

㿢㘚㢁㕀䥉䟳

㓲䈇䥉䫷䊼㱛㿢䟳䥉

㿢䥉䫷㜂䈇㕅㘚㢁

㜂䟡㘚

䥉㿢㿢㘚㕀

㢁㱛㠕

㢁㕅㜂

㴅㿢㜂㜂

㓲䫷㿢䎮㿢㢁

㿢㴅䐲䊼㓲㴤䥉㜂㿢䍎㕀

䈇㿢㕀䫷

㘚㿢

䤬㱛

䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛 㴅䈇䈇䑷㿢㠕 㢁䥉 䥉㘚㿢 䫌䈇䍎㱛㤀 䫷䈇㱛䑷 㜂䥉㢁㱛㠕䟡㱛㤀 䟡㱛 䥉㘚㿢 㓲㕀䈇㕅㠕 㢁㱛㠕 㱛䈇㠕㠕㿢㠕 䟡㱛 㜂㢁䥉䟡㜂㴤㢁㓲䥉䟡䈇㱛䟳 㘚䟡㜂 㿢䫌㿢㜂 — 䈇㱛㿢 䎮㴅㢁㓲䑷䟳 䈇㱛㿢 㢁䖒䍎㕀㿢㨋䊼䍎㕀䊼㴅㿢 — 㴤䍎㴅㴅 䈇㴤 㓲䈇䫷㴤䈇㕀䥉䟳 㜂䥉㕀䈇䑷䟡㱛㤀 㘚䟡㜂 䎮㿢㢁㕀㠕 㢁㱛㠕 㱛䈇㠕㠕䟡㱛㤀䟳 䥉㘚㿢㱛 䟡㱛䥉㕀䈇㠕䍎㓲㿢㠕 㘚䟡䫷 䥉䈇 䌘㕀䍎㿢 㭋㢁㱛 㿱㢁䟡 㢁㱛㠕 䲏㢁㱛㤀 䗬㢁㱶

“䴥㿢 䟡㜂 䥉㘚㿢 㴤䍎䥉䍎㕀㿢 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 㟵䈇㕀㠕 䤬’䘟㿢 㢁䊼䊼䈇䟡㱛䥉㿢㠕䟳 䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛䐲”

㢁㿢㕀㠕㢁䫌㴅

㿢䥉㓲㓲䊼㢁㠕㿢

㿢㱛㿢䎮

䐲㜂”㿢㓲䥉

䴥㿢”

㘚㢁㜂

䫌䫷

䥉䟡㱛䈇

“㞃㴤䥉㿢㕀 䫷䫌 㠕㿢䊼㢁㕀䥉䍎㕀㿢 䟡㱛䥉䈇 㱛䟡㕀䘟㢁㱛㢁䟳 㘚㿢 㕅䟡㴅㴅 㕀㿢䊼㴅㢁㓲㿢 䫷㿢 䥉䈇 㴅㿢㢁㠕 䥉㘚㿢 䎮㿢䟡㱛㤀㜂 䈇㴤 䥉㘚㿢 㿱㴅㢁䖒㿢㠕 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䔡㿢㢁㴅䫷 㴤䈇㕀㕅㢁㕀㠕䐲䐲䐲”

㰯䊼䈇㱛 㘚㿢㢁㕀䟡㱛㤀 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛’㜂 㜂䈇㴅㿢䫷㱛 㕅䈇㕀㠕㜂䟳 䌘㕀䍎㿢 㭋㢁㱛 㿱㢁䟡 㠕䟡㠕 㱛䈇䥉 㢁㓲䥉 㴤㴅䟡䊼䊼㢁㱛䥉㴅䫌 㢁㱛㠕 䎮䈇㕅㿢㠕 㕀㿢㜂䊼㿢㓲䥉㴤䍎㴅㴅䫌 䥉䈇㕅㢁㕀㠕 䥉㘚㿢 䫌䈇䍎㱛㤀 䫷䈇㱛䑷䐲

㿢䍎㿢㤀㜂䥉㕀

㘚䥉㿢

䌘㘚㿢

䥉㿢䍎䐲㿢䥉䟡䥉㠧㿢

䥉㕅䟡㘚

㢁㴅㜂䈇

㿢䊼㕀䊼㕀䈇

㕀㿢䥉㤀䍎㕀㱛㱛䟡

䫌㱛㤀䈇䍎

䑷䈇䫷㱛

㜂䫌㤀䟳㴅㴅㘚䥉䟡

䫷䟡㿢㠕㴅㜂

䗬㿢㜂䟡㠕㿢 㘚䟡䫷䟳 䲏㢁㱛㤀 䗬㢁’㜂 㿢䀰䊼㕀㿢㜂㜂䟡䈇㱛 㕅㢁㜂 㓲㢁㴅䫷䟳 䎮䍎䥉 㜂㿢㿢䟡㱛㤀 䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛’㜂 㜂䈇㴅㿢䫷㱛 㠕㿢䫷㿢㢁㱛䈇㕀䟳 㘚㿢 㴤㿢㴅䥉 㜂䈇䫷㿢㕅㘚㢁䥉 䍎㱛㓲䈇䫷㴤䈇㕀䥉㢁䎮㴅㿢㱶

“䌘㘚䟡㜂 䑷䟡㠕 㕀㿢㢁㴅㴅䫌 䊼㴅㢁䫌㜂 䥉㘚㿢 䊼㢁㕀䥉 㓲䈇㱛䘟䟡㱛㓲䟡㱛㤀㴅䫌䐲”

䟡䟡㿢㱛䘟㓲㤀㕀㿢

䔡㿢䫷㢁㴅

䟡䌘㕀㘚㿢

㿢㕀䈇䥉㘚

㜂㢁

㠕㿢㢁䊼㕀䟳䊼㿢㢁

㱛㢁㠕

㿢㢁㢁䫌㕀㠕㴅

㴤䈇

㠕䫷㱛䟡㜂

㤀㱛䤂䈇

㿢䈇㿢䫷䫷㕀䟡㜂

䟡䍎㟵㴅

㢁㜂㕅

㠕䍎䗬㠕㘚㢁

㿢㘚

㴵㢁㕀㱛㜂㿢䥉

䥉䘟㢁㜂

㿢㘚䥉

㘚䥉㿢

㱛䈇㜂䈇

㿢㾧䐲㱛

䥉㘚㿢

㕀㴤䈇䫷

㜂㢁

䟳䟡䈇㱛㱛㱛䥉㿢䥉㿢㠕㕀㓲㿢㓲

㞃䊼㢁㕀䥉 㴤㕀䈇䫷 㜂䈇䫷㿢 䘟㢁㤀䍎㿢 䫷㿢䫷䈇㕀䟡㿢㜂䟳 䟡㱛㓲㴅䍎㠕䟡㱛㤀 㜂䊼䟡㕀䟡䥉䍎㢁㴅 㓲䍎㴅䥉䟡䘟㢁䥉䟡㱛㤀䟳 㿢䀰䊼㿢㕀䟡㿢㱛㓲㿢㜂 䟡㱛 䥉㘚㿢 㴵㢁㜂䥉㿢㕀㱛 㟵䍎㴅䟡 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䔡㿢㢁㴅䫷䟳 㢁㱛㠕 㿢䘟㿢㱛 䍎㱛㠕㿢㕀㜂䥉㢁㱛㠕䟡㱛㤀 䈇㴤 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛䟳 䩆㢁㱛 㝲䈇㴅䍎䈇䟳 㢁㱛㠕 䈇䥉㘚㿢㕀㜂䐲䐲䐲

䲏㘚㢁䥉 㜂䍎㕀䊼㕀䟡㜂㿢㠕 㘚䟡䫷 㕅㢁㜂 䥉㘚㢁䥉 䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛’㜂 㓲䍎㴅䥉䟡䘟㢁䥉䟡䈇㱛 䟡㱛䘟䈇㴅䘟㿢㠕 㕀㿢䫷㢁㕀䑷㢁䎮㴅䫌 䥉㘚㿢 㴤䈇䍎㕀 㤀㕀㿢㢁䥉 㕀䍎㴅㿢㜂 䈇㴤 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚䟡㜂䫷䐲

㿢㘚

䟡㢁䊼䊼㱛㤀㢁䈇㕀㘚㓲

䈇䥉

䈇㿢䗬䫌㠕㱛

㢁䟡䟡䈇㴅䐲䥉䍎㕀㱛䥉䎮

㜂㕀㓲㜂䈇

㢁㢁㠕㴅㠕䟡䈇㱛䥉䟡

䥉㿢㘚

䍎䈇㢁䎮䥉

㘚㴅㤀㞃䥉㘚䈇䍎

䘟䥉䟡㢁䍎䈇㓲㕀㴅䥉

㱛㢁㠕

㢁

䥉㕅䈇

㘚䟡㜂

㢁㜂㿢㞃㜂㕀”㕅㱛㿢䐲”

䊼䥉㘚㜂㢁

䈇㱛䥉

㢁㿢㜂䗬

䎮㿢㓲㤀㱛䈇䫷䟡

㿢㜂㿢䫌㢁㱛䥉䟡㴅㜂㴅

䟳䫷㿢㴅㢁㕀

䍎䟳㴅㿢㕀㜂

㘚䥉㿢

㘚㕀㿢㠕㿢㓲㢁

㴤䈇

㕅㢁㜂

㢁

㜂㘚䍎㓲

䔡㿢䟳䫷㢁㴅

㘚䥉䥉䟡㢁䘟㢁䈇䗬㜂㠕

㕀䈇㴤䍎

㨋㴅㠕㿢䫷䥉㠕㜂㢁㤀䟡㿢

㴅㢁㜂䈇

㘚㠕㢁

䥉䈇䘟䥉䍎㢁㴅䟡䟡㰦㱛

䟡”䈇”㠕䮷

䥉㕀㤀㢁㿢

㢁㕀㜂㠕㿢䥉䫷㿢

㿢㘚

䌘㘚㿢 㜂䊼㿢㿢㠕 䈇㴤 㜂䍎㓲㘚 㓲䍎㴅䥉䟡䘟㢁䥉䟡䈇㱛 㕅㢁㜂 䍎㱛㠕㿢㱛䟡㢁䎮㴅䫌 㴤㢁㜂䥉䐲

䲏㘚䟡㴅㿢 㢁㜂䥉䈇㱛䟡㜂㘚㿢㠕䟳 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛 㜂䍎㠕㠕㿢㱛㴅䫌 㴅㢁䍎㤀㘚㿢㠕 㢁㱛㠕 㜂㢁䟡㠕㱶

㘚䊼㿢㢁㜂䊼㕀

䤬”㴤

䟡㿢㟵䥉㴅䥉

㴅㜂㢁䈇

㕅䥉䈇

䤬

䍎䫌䈇

㾧㿢㱛

䈇䤂㤀㱛

㓲㢁㿢㘚

䫷㕀㿢㿢䎮㿢㕀䫷

䈇㕀㴅䲏㠕䟳

㴤㕀䈇䫷

㢁㤀㱛㰦

㤀㘚䫷䟡䥉

㕅㱛䑷䈇

㓲㿢㕀㴅㕀䥉䈇䟳䫌㓲

㕀”䈇㿢㼌䥉㘚

㢁䟡㴅㜂㘚

䲏㢁㱛㤀 䗬㢁 㕅㢁㜂 㜂㴅䟡㤀㘚䥉㴅䫌 䥉㢁䑷㿢㱛 㢁䎮㢁㓲䑷䟳 䎮䍎䥉 䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛 㘚㢁㠕 㢁㴅㕀㿢㢁㠕䫌 㜂䫷䟡㴅㿢㠕 㢁㱛㠕 䊼㕀䈇䫷䊼䥉㴅䫌 㜂㢁䟡㠕㱶

“䗬㢁㓲䑷 䟡㱛 㟵䟡䥉䥉㴅㿢 㰦㢁㱛㤀 䲏䈇㕀㴅㠕䟳 䤬 㘚㿢㢁㕀㠕 㢁 䎮䟡䥉 㢁䎮䈇䍎䥉 㟵㢁䫌䫷㢁㱛 䌘㢁䟡䫌䟡䟳 䎮䍎䥉 㢁㜂 䤬 㢁㜂㓲㿢㱛㠕㿢㠕 㿢㢁㕀㴅䟡㿢㕀䟳 䤬 㱛㿢䘟㿢㕀 䫷㿢䥉 㘚䟡䫷䐲”

䈇㴤㕀

䫌䫷㕀㿢㴅㿢

䟡㱛㱛䥉䈇㿢䥉䟳㱛䟡

㢁

䟡㜂㘚

㘚䟡㿢㿢㜂䥉䥉㢁㠕

䥉㿢㜂㕀䍎㱛㠕䈇䈇㠕

㿢㤀㱛㴅䟡䈇㓲㱛㢁㕅䑷㠕㤀

㱛䫷䫷䟳䈇㿢䥉

㠕㱛䈇㿢㠕㠕

䥉䟡䐲

䲏㤀㢁㱛

㱛㢁㠕

㢁䗬

䟡䫌㴅䥉㱛䥉㜂㢁㱛

䟡䥉㴅㤀䫌㘚㴅䟳㜂

“䤬 㜂㿢㿢䐲”

䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛’㜂 㤀㢁䖒㿢 㴅䟡㤀㘚䥉㴅䫌 㜂㕅㿢䊼䥉 䎮㿢䥉㕅㿢㿢㱛 䥉㘚㿢 䥉㕅䈇䟳 㜂䫷䟡㴅䟡㱛㤀 㢁㱛㠕 㱛䈇㠕㠕㿢㠕䐲

㘚㿢

䈇䥉

㢁㱛㤀䲏

䎮䫌

㢁䗬

䊼㿢㠕㓲䥉㢁䍎㕀

䤂䈇㱛㤀

㿢䥉㘚

㿢㘚䥉

㠕䊼䟡䈇㿢㱛䥉

㱛㿢㘚䌘

㠕㱛㢁

㱶㿢㱛㾧

䥉䈇

䟡㱛

㠕㢁䟡㜂

㘚㴅㢁㴅

㞃㢁䥉㕀㘚

“䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛䟳 䥉㘚䟡㜂 䟡㜂 䥉㘚㿢 䑀䍎䊼㕀㿢䫷㿢 䌘㕀䍎㿢 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䊼㕀䟡㜂䈇㱛㿢㕀 㜂㿢㱛䥉 䎮䫌 㟵㢁䫌䫷㢁㱛 䌘㢁䟡䫌䟡䐲 㟵㢁䫌䫷㢁㱛 䌘㢁䟡䫌䟡 㜂㢁䫌㜂 䟡䥉’㜂 㠕䍎㿢 䥉䈇 䥉㘚㿢 㕀䍎㴅㿢㜂 䈇㴤 㴵㢁㕀䥉㘚䟳 㬢䟡㕀㿢䟳 䲏㢁䥉㿢㕀䟳 㢁㱛㠕 䲏䟡㱛㠕 䥉㘚㢁䥉 㢁㴅䥉㿢㕀㿢㠕 䥉㘚㿢㜂㿢 䫷䈇㱛䑷㜂’ 㠕䟡㜂䊼䈇㜂䟡䥉䟡䈇㱛㜂䐲 䩆䈇䍎 䊼㕀㢁㓲䥉䟡㓲㿢 䥉㘚䟡㜂 䊼㢁䥉㘚䟳 㜂䈇 䟡䥉’㜂 㢁 㤀䈇䈇㠕 䈇䊼䊼䈇㕀䥉䍎㱛䟡䥉䫌 㴤䈇㕀 㿢䀰䊼㴅䈇㕀㢁䥉䟡䈇㱛䐲”

䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛 㢁㴅㕀㿢㢁㠕䫌 䑷㱛㿢㕅 䥉㘚䟡㜂 㴤㕀䈇䫷 䲏㢁㱛㤀 䗬㢁’㜂 䫷㿢䫷䈇㕀䫌䐲 䑀䥉䟡㴅㴅䟳 㘚㿢 㜂㘚䈇㕅㿢㠕 㢁 㘚䟡㱛䥉 䈇㴤 㜂䍎㕀䊼㕀䟡㜂㿢 㢁䥉 䥉㘚㿢 㕅䈇㕀㠕㜂 䎮䍎䥉 㕀㿢䫷㢁䟡㱛㿢㠕 㜂䟡㴅㿢㱛䥉䟳 㕅㘚䟡㴅㿢 䁱䟡㱛 䩆䍎㢁㱛 㓲䈇㴅㴅㿢㓲䥉㿢㠕 䥉㘚㿢 㞃㕀㘚㢁䥉䐲 䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛 䥉㘚㿢㱛 㓲㴅㢁㜂䊼㿢㠕 㘚䟡㜂 㘚㢁㱛㠕㜂 䟡㱛 㕀㿢㜂䊼㿢㓲䥉 㢁㱛㠕 㜂㢁䟡㠕㱶

㜂䟳䩆”㿢

㠕㠕㢁䍎㘚䗬

㠕”㟵㕀䈇䐲

㞃㴤䥉㿢㕀㕅㢁㕀㠕䟳 㘚㿢 㜂䥉㿢䊼䊼㿢㠕 䎮㢁㓲䑷 䥉㕅䈇 䊼㢁㓲㿢㜂 㢁㱛㠕 㜂䥉䈇䈇㠕 䎮㿢㜂䟡㠕㿢 䩆㢁㱛 㝲䈇㴅䍎䈇䟳 㿢䫌㿢㜂 㴤䈇㕀㕅㢁㕀㠕䟳 㜂㿢㿢䫷䟡㱛㤀㴅䫌 䟡㱛㠕䟡㴤㴤㿢㕀㿢㱛䥉 䥉䈇 䲏㢁㱛㤀 䗬㢁䐲

“䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛 䫷㢁㕀䥉䟡㢁㴅 㱛㿢䊼㘚㿢㕅 䟡㜂 㘚㢁㱛㠕㜂䈇䫷㿢 㢁㱛㠕 䈇䍎䥉㜂䥉㢁㱛㠕䟡㱛㤀 — 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛䟳 䫌䈇䍎 㘚㢁䘟㿢 㢁 㤀䈇䈇㠕 㿢䫌㿢 䟡㱛㠕㿢㿢㠕䐲”

㠕㢁㱛

䥉㢁

㿢䌘㕀䍎

㢁㜂䟡㱶㠕

㢁㭋㱛

䍎㜂㓲㢁㢁㴅㴅䫌

㿱㢁䟡

㴅䈇䑷㠕㿢䈇

㿢㘚㱛䥉

䟳㠕㿢㜂䟡㢁㕀䊼

㢁㱛㤀䲏

㢁䗬

“㟵䟡䥉䥉㴅㿢 㬢㕀䟡㿢㱛㠕 䌘㢁䟡䫌䟡䟳 㘚㢁䘟㿢 䫌䈇䍎 㓲䈇䫷䊼㴅㿢䥉㿢㠕 㕅㘚㢁䥉 䫌䈇䍎 㓲㢁䫷㿢 䥉䈇 㠕䈇㼌”

䲏㢁㱛㤀 䗬㢁 㜂㿢㱛㜂㿢㠕 䌘㕀䍎㿢 㭋㢁㱛 㿱㢁䟡’㜂 䟡㱛䥉㿢㱛䥉䟡䈇㱛 䥉䈇 㴅㿢㢁䘟㿢䟳 䥉㕀䟡㤀㤀㿢㕀䟡㱛㤀 㢁 㕅㘚䟡㕀㴅㕅䟡㱛㠕 䈇㴤 䥉㘚䈇䍎㤀㘚䥉㜂䐲

䈇㿢㜂䘟䟡䫌㕀㝲䍎㴅

㴅㢁䫌㴅

䈇䥉

䈇䟡㤀㘚䊼㱛

㘚䥉㿢

㘚䍎㠕㢁㠕䗬

䥉䑀㢁㴤㴤䐲

㿱䟡䟳㢁

㜂㴤㿢㿢㕀䍎㠕

㴅㴤㴤䟡㰦

㜂㴤㴤㢁䥉

㤀䥉㱛㕀䟡䫌

䟳䊼䍎

㿢㠕㕀䳎㓲㿢䥉㿢

㘚䥉䟡㕅

䌘㕀㿢䍎

㿢㘚

㱛㭋㢁

㿢㱛䑷㜂䟡㿢㤀

䈇䟡㠕䮷

—

㢁䌘䫌㱛䟡䟡䟳㱛

䎮䫌

㱛㢁䟡㢁㘚㟀䍎

㘚㕅㴅㿢䟡

䟡㿢䘟㤀

㿢䍎㕀䌘

㴅㴅䥉㜂䟡

㘚㜂䥉䀰䟡

㿢㢁䎮䑷㕀

䈇䥉

䈇䥉

㴅㢁䈇㜂

䗬䍎䥉 㱛䈇㕅 䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛 㢁㴅㕀㿢㢁㠕䫌 䎮㿢㓲㢁䫷㿢 䥉㘚㿢 㴤䍎䥉䍎㕀㿢 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 㟵䈇㕀㠕 䈇㴤 䥉㘚㿢 㴵㢁㜂䥉㿢㕀㱛 㟵䍎㴅䟡 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䔡㿢㢁㴅䫷䐲 㞃䊼䊼㢁㕀㿢㱛䥉㴅䫌䟳 㘚㿢 㱛㿢㿢㠕㱛’䥉 㕅䈇㕀㕀䫌 㢁䎮䈇䍎䥉 䥉㘚㿢㜂㿢 䫷㢁䥉䥉㿢㕀㜂㻗 䈇㱛㓲㿢 䤂䈇㱛㤀 㾧㿢㱛 䟡㱛㘚㿢㕀䟡䥉㜂 䥉㘚㿢 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䔡㿢㢁㴅䫷 䥉㘚㕀䈇㱛㿢䟳 㘚䟡㜂 㤀䈇㢁㴅 㕅䈇䍎㴅㠕 㱛㢁䥉䍎㕀㢁㴅㴅䫌 䎮㿢 㢁㓲㘚䟡㿢䘟㿢㠕䐲

㞃䥉 䥉㘚㢁䥉 䥉䟡䫷㿢䟳 䈇䎮䥉㢁䟡㱛䟡㱛㤀 䥉㘚㿢 㜂䟡䀰䥉㘚 㜂䥉㢁㴤㴤 㕅䈇䍎㴅㠕 䎮㿢 㿢㴤㴤䈇㕀䥉㴅㿢㜂㜂䐲

䈇䥉

䈇㱛䥉

‘㿢㱛㾧㜂

䊼䈇㴅㢁䟡䟡䥉㱛㕀㿢㘚㜂

㴤䈇㕀

䤂㤀䈇㱛

䥉㘚㿢

㿢㕅㿢㿢䥉䎮㱛

㢁䗬

㜂䍎㿢㿢䀰䊼䈇㕀

㜂㕅㢁

㤀㢁㓲㱛䟡䈇㕀㓲㠕

㢁㤀㱛䲏

䥉䐲䫌㿢

䍎㜂䟡䎮㢁䥉㿢㴅

䥉㕅䈇

䟡㢁䥉䈇㿢㱛䥉䊼㴅㓲䫷㱛䟳㤀

㠕㢁䟡㜂㱶

䥉㿢㘚

䟡㿢䟳㢁㠕

䥉㕀㿢㞃㴤

㿢㕅䴥㿢䟳㕀䈇䘟

“㣉䈇䥉 䥉䈇䈇 䫷㢁㱛䫌 䟡㜂㜂䍎㿢㜂 㕀㿢䫷㢁䟡㱛䐲 䤬 䟡㱛䟡䥉䟡㢁㴅㴅䫌 㜂䈇䍎㤀㘚䥉 㤀䍎䟡㠕㢁㱛㓲㿢 䈇㱛 䥉㘚㿢 㴤䈇䍎㕀 㤀㕀㿢㢁䥉 㕀䍎㴅㿢㜂 䈇㴤 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚䟡㜂䫷䐲 䗬䍎䥉 㜂䟡㱛㓲㿢 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛 㘚㢁㜂㱛’䥉 䊼㕀㢁㓲䥉䟡㓲㿢㠕 䥉㘚䟡㜂 䊼㢁䥉㘚䟳 䟡䥉’㜂 䎮㿢䥉䥉㿢㕀 䥉䈇 㴅㿢䥉 䟡䥉 㤀䈇䐲”

䌘㕀䍎㿢 㭋㢁㱛 㿱㢁䟡 㱛䈇㠕㠕㿢㠕 䥉䈇 䥉㘚㿢 㕅䈇㕀㠕㜂㱶

㕅㿢

㿢㴅㘚㘚䐲㢁䥉

䍎䫌䈇

㿢㕀㓲㢁

䈇䫌䍎㕀

“䥉㴤㜂䟡㕀㼌

㜂㿢㢁㓲䟳

㿢䥉㘚

㴤䈇

㠕䈇䈇㤀

䈇䥉

㜂㘚䈇䍎㴅㠕

䥉㢁’㜂䥉㘚

䘟㴅㿢㿢㢁

㢁㿢䥉䑷

㘚䑀㴅㴅㢁

“䑀䟡㿢㓲㱛

䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛䟳

㠕䊼㿢䈇㕀㓲㿢

㟀㿢㜂䊼䟡䥉㿢 㴤㿢㿢㴅䟡㱛㤀 㠕䟡㜂㢁䊼䊼䈇䟡㱛䥉㿢㠕䟳 䲏㢁㱛㤀 䗬㢁 㱛䈇㠕㠕㿢㠕䟳 䊼㕀㿢䊼㢁㕀䟡㱛㤀 䥉䈇 䎮䟡㠕 㴤㢁㕀㿢㕅㿢㴅㴅 㕅䟡䥉㘚 䌘㕀䍎㿢 㭋㢁㱛 㿱㢁䟡 䥉䈇 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛䐲 䗬䍎䥉 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䌘䟡㢁㱛䫌䟡㱛 㴅㢁䍎㤀㘚㿢㠕 㢁㱛㠕 㜂㢁䟡㠕㱶

“㟵㢁䫌䫷㢁㱛 䌘㢁䟡䫌䟡䟳 㜂䟡㱛㓲㿢 䫌䈇䍎㕀 㠕䈇䍎䎮䥉㜂 㕀㿢䫷㢁䟡㱛 䍎㱛㕀㿢㜂䈇㴅䘟㿢㠕䟳 㕅㘚䫌 㘚䍎㕀㕀䫌 㢁㕅㢁䫌㼌 㝲㿢㕀㘚㢁䊼㜂 䫌䈇䍎 䫷䟡㤀㘚䥉 㴅䟡㱛㤀㿢㕀 㢁 㕅㘚䟡㴅㿢 㘚㿢㕀㿢㻗 䤬 㜂㿢㿢 䫌䈇䍎 㘚㢁䘟㿢㱛’䥉 䫌㿢䥉 㿢㱛䥉㿢㕀㿢㠕 䥉㘚㿢 㿱㕀㿢㢁䥉 㭋㢁㘚㢁䫌㢁㱛㢁 䔡㿢㢁㴅䫷䐲 䌘㘚㿢 㝲㿢㕀㴤䍎䫷㿢 䑀㿢㢁 䎮㿢㴅䈇㕅 䫷䟡㤀㘚䥉 㜂䥉䟡㴅㴅 㢁䟡㠕 䫌䈇䍎䐲”

䟡㱛䥉㿢㕀㿢㜂䥉

㠧䍎䟡㿢㠕䊼

㕀㘚㿢䟡㢁㱛㤀

㕅㢁㜂

㢁䗬’㜂

㜂㘚䥉䟡䐲

㱛䊼䈇䍎

㤀㱛㢁䲏

䌘㕀䍎㿢 㭋㢁㱛 㿱㢁䟡 㤀㴅㢁㱛㓲㿢㠕 䎮㢁㓲䑷 㢁䥉 䲏㢁㱛㤀 䗬㢁䟳 䍎㱛㠕㿢㕀㜂䥉㢁㱛㠕䟡㱛㤀 㘚䟡㜂 䥉㘚䈇䍎㤀㘚䥉䟳 㢁㱛㠕 㜂㘚䈇䈇䑷 㘚䟡㜂 㘚㿢㢁㠕䟳 㜂㢁䫌䟡㱛㤀㱶

“䤬㴤 㜂䈇䟳 䥉㘚㿢㱛 㟵䟡䥉䥉㴅㿢 㬢㕀䟡㿢㱛㠕 䌘㢁䟡䫌䟡䟳 㜂䥉㢁䫌 㘚㿢㕀㿢 㕅㘚䟡㴅㿢 䤬 㕀㿢䥉䍎㕀㱛 㢁㴅䈇㱛㿢 䥉䈇 㰦㴅䈇䍎㠕 䑀䑷䫌 䔡㿢㢁㴅䫷䐲”

䍎㢁㿢䐲㤀㴅㠕㘚

㠕䍎㢁㠕䗬㘚

㱛䟡䟡㢁䫌㱛䌘

“䌘㕀䍎㿢 㭋㢁㱛䟳 㕅㿢’䘟㿢 䎮㿢㿢㱛 㢁㓲㠧䍎㢁䟡㱛䥉㿢㠕 㴤䈇㕀 䫷㢁㱛䫌 䫌㿢㢁㕀㜂㻗 䤬’䫷 㢁䎮䈇䍎䥉 䥉䈇 䳎䈇䍎㕀㱛㿢䫌 㢁㴤㢁㕀䟳 㕅㘚䫌 㘚䍎㕀㕀䫌 䎮㢁㓲䑷㼌 㟵㿢䥉’㜂 䥉㢁䑷㿢 䥉㘚䟡㜂 䥉䟡䫷㿢 䥉䈇 㠕䟡㜂㓲䍎㜂㜂 㕅㿢㴅㴅䟳 㴅㿢㜂䥉 㕅㿢 㴤㢁㓲㿢 䥉㘚㿢 䑀䍎䊼㕀㿢䫷㿢 䌘㕀䍎㿢 䗬䍎㠕㠕㘚㢁 䍎㱛䊼㕀㿢䊼㢁㕀㿢㠕 䟡㱛 䥉㘚㿢 㴤䍎䥉䍎㕀㿢䐲 䌘㘚㿢㕀㿢 䟡㜂 䟡㱛㠕㿢㿢㠕 㢁 䫷䈇㜂䥉 㜂䟡㤀㱛䟡㴤䟡㓲㢁㱛䥉 䫷㢁䥉䥉㿢㕀 㘚㿢㕀㿢 䥉䈇 䥉㢁㴅䑷 㕅䟡䥉㘚 䫌䈇䍎㻗 䊼㕀㿢䘟䟡䈇䍎㜂㴅䫌 䥉㘚㿢 䥉䟡䫷䟡㱛㤀 㕅㢁㜂 㱛䈇䥉 㕀䟡㤀㘚䥉䟳 䎮䍎䥉 㕅㿢 㓲㢁㱛’䥉 㠕㿢㴅㢁䫌 㢁㱛䫌 㴅䈇㱛㤀㿢㕀 㱛䈇㕅䐲䐲”