In the Blade

Du Chengfeng is still trying hard to see if he can dilute the impact of the incense and vows.

Facts have proved that the incense and vows may be the most troublesome power he has ever come into contact with, or in other words, there seems to be no power in this world that has no negative effects - evil spirits can make people stronger, but they can also make people crazy, and incense and vows can also make people stronger, but they can also make people die unclearly.

"The only thing that seems to be useful is probably the heart power, but the heart power is..."

Du Chengfeng began to scratch his head.

Is the heart power really without negative effects?

It seems that it is not.

He himself has some experience of this. When he was still using the evil spirit, he would have the idea of ​​fighting wits and courage with his opponent, but as he gradually realized the power of the heart and began to practice the heart power, he rarely did this - as he became more and more in-depth about the heart power, his ideas gradually began to change.

Those fancy battles of wits and courage gradually disappeared, replaced by a simpler and more direct confrontation, and this simplicity is not only reflected in the battle, but gradually reflected in all aspects of life.

In short, it looks a bit dull.

"If the purer the mind, the stronger it is, it seems that no one's mind can be purer than a newborn baby."

Yes, newborn babies, or animals with chaotic thinking, they don't have so many acquired ideas, they only have primitive instincts, they are the purest - according to the logic of the operation of the mind, this is the strongest state, and this also means that the cultivation of the mind is to move towards the state of the baby.

"Just like those martial arts novels say, return to the innate?"

Du Chengfeng thought so.

Then, he shook his head.

This concept seems attractive, but he knows that the return to the original state in martial arts novels only refers to the body - it is naturally a great thing for the body to be rejuvenated, but if the mind also regresses all the way...

"Why do I feel that there is also a problem with the path of mental power?"

Du Chengfeng began to touch his chin.

It seems that there is really no such power without side effects in this world.

If you want to gain power, you must pay a price, but sometimes, the price is hidden behind the power and will not be easily seen.

From this perspective, this world does not seem to be as idealistic as he thought before.

"So...it's actually a problem of thinking."

Du Chengfeng sighed when he thought of this.

Just like the sentence he heard before, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. If you want to get power, you can't pay any price - before, he once thought that mental power was the road to heaven that could get benefits for no reason, but now it seems that this is just a trick.

How is it possible to get power without paying any price?

"It just depends on whether you are willing to do it."

Looking back on the past, Du Chengfeng sighed.

No wonder he always thinks of the past during this period. Perhaps this is also his subconscious reminding him that he can always retreat from this road, as long as he is willing to give up his strength-in fact, his strength is enough at every stage, even overflowing, which means that as long as he wants, he can always stay where he is and live the kind of peaceful and tranquil life he wants.

But the power in his hand also reminds him that the so-called peace and tranquility is nothing but a dream bubble. When he chooses to stay where he is, naturally there will be stronger people who will take his life.

He is indeed an ordinary person, but when he peeks into this hidden danger, when he understands the dangers of this world, he is no longer ordinary.

After all, he can't choose to sit and wait for death anyway.

"So..."

Standing up, Du Chengfeng pushed open the window and bathed in the warm sunshine.

So he chose not to think about these things for the time being, after all, he hasn't finished polishing the mountain today.

Sometimes, if you can't figure things out, it may not be a problem with your thinking, but more likely it's because you're missing some key information - just like Du Chengfeng just realized a more important thing.

That is, is he really the only one who has set foot on this road?

Is he really the only one who stopped at this crossroads?

Now even the mind-power animals, or things like monsters have emerged, which means that there may be more hidden strongmen in this world, but most of them are not interested in worldly affairs for various reasons, so they choose to watch everything coldly.

Just like Du Chengfeng himself now, he is actually in a state of not caring about worldly affairs. Although the war in Southern Chen is now in full swing with the grassland people in the north, this kind of battle is still a little too little for him at the moment.

Let alone him, even those mountain gods and river gods that he had killed during this period probably had the same mentality. Such mundane events were nothing more than trivial fights in their eyes. After all, for these truly extraordinary and powerful people, the biggest difference between mortals and cattle and sheep might be the difference in appearance.

"That is to say, maybe there are some powerful people watching me in the dark, just like I am watching the people under Liuhua Mountain, but I don't know."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng subconsciously glanced around.

This certainly wouldn't yield any results. After all, this was just like when he occasionally looked at the people living under Mount Liuhua. The people couldn't possibly find him, and he naturally couldn't find those stronger beings.

"It feels like walking in the woods... or like soaking in the sea. God knows how many eyes are staring at him in the dark."

After this thought came to his mind, Du Chengfeng began to feel uncomfortable, as if there were really hundreds of burly men staring at him in the dark.

However, this didn't affect his efficiency at work. The polishing of Mount Liuhua was almost over. It would only take another two days for him to thoroughly understand the past of this mountain.

"So, is there really no power without side effects in this world?"

While working, Du Chengfeng thought about what he had just thought about.

Although this idea of ​​taking advantage of others was a bit excessive, he always felt that nothing was impossible in this idealistic world that had seen a ghost.

While Du Chengfeng continued to indulge in work,

Above the distant clouds, the seemingly ordinary coyote also retracted his gaze.

"Very sharp, you actually noticed that I was watching just now."

Speaking of this, the coyote turned his head and looked at the gray-haired mouse beside him.

"From this point of view, your companions died without injustice. This is not a battle of the same level at all. You have found a tough guy... But it's a pity that he is currently entangled in the three turbidities, which is exactly when he is at his weakest."

"Three... turbidities?"

The gray-haired mouse was a little confused for a moment. It had never heard of this saying.

Those mortals did have the popular saying of "Three Pure Ones", but that can only be regarded as setting up three statues and then worshipping them. As for the three turbidities...

"What is this?"

"Three turbidities, you should have experienced it too."

The coyote said casually.

"Taking everything for your own use is greed, and drawing a sword against each other when there is a disagreement is anger. The mind is pure and does not rely on external things is stupidity. This is the three turbidities."

"This..."

The gray-haired mouse was speechless.

How could it not have experienced it? It experienced it too deeply. After all, it had experienced almost all of the so-called three turbidities.

Taking everything into its own use is clearly referring to the power of incense and vows.

Drawing a sword at a disagreement is clearly referring to the evil spirits that mortals often use.

Having a pure mind and not relying on external things, isn't this the pure mental power it felt when it just opened its spiritual wisdom?

These are not the three turbidities, these are clearly three ways to gain power!

"Gaining power is actually turbidity?"

The gray-haired mouse felt that his brain was not enough.

"If even these three methods are turbid... then what method can be considered clear?"

"Do you still need to ask me this? Don't you know it yourself?"

The coyote turned his head and glanced at the gray-haired mouse.

"Since you are a mouse, haven't you played with mud?"

"Playing with mud?"

The gray-haired mouse didn't understand what he was trying to say for a while.

Aren't you talking about clarity and turbidity? Why are you talking about playing with mud again? Are these two things really related?

"Of course it matters."

The coyote nodded, and then waved his paw.

"Will your paws not get dirty if you throw the mud away?"

"Yes, but...wait!"

The gray-haired mouse suddenly understood something.

Yes, that's right. If you regard these ways of gaining power as mud, everything will be easy to understand - it can indeed scoop up mud and throw it at its opponent, or even bury the opponent alive with a large amount of mud, but the more it does this, the dirtier its paws and its body will become.

The mud will not only stick to the enemy's body, but also to its body. In fact, before the enemy is submerged by its mud, it will become dirty first.

And this dirt is the so-called turbidity.

If you want to gain enough power to kill the enemy, you must first bear the burden brought by this power. When this burden exceeds the limit, you will even be crushed first.

So, since you have understood what turbidity is, the so-called clarity is also obvious.

"You mean, if you don't use these powers, you are pure?"

"That's not pure, that's weak."

The coyote's expression was a little subtle.

"What do you think? If you don't use your powers, aren't you just waiting to be eaten? Are you going to learn from those mortal monks, hoping to make the other side repent by eating vegetarian food and chanting scriptures?"

"This..."

The gray-haired mouse smiled awkwardly.

However, after the coyote's reminder, it also understood the hidden meaning of the other party's words-the so-called pure is never a weak person who doesn't use power. The weak are not even qualified to say pure and turbid. The weak are only weak themselves, and the weak have only one way to die.

Only the strong can say pure and turbid.

Ordinary strong people will only be entangled by the three turbidities. They may look strong, but they also carry huge hidden dangers. When the huge hidden dangers explode, it is the time to die, just like the white-haired hedgehog before-then on the other hand, are there any strong people who are not entangled by the three turbidities?

Just like when playing in the mud.

Pick up the mud and throw it away, but you won't get yourself dirty at all.

Your whole body is spotless.

This is what is called clean!

"But... is it really possible?"

The gray-haired mouse was shocked by his own thoughts. He never thought that it could be like this.

"Using power without burden... does this thing really exist?"

I can't understand it, I can't understand it at all.

Being able to realize that power has negative effects is already its limit. As for the higher level, using power without burden, this "clear" power has reached a level that it can't understand at all.

Since power has negative effects, how can anyone use these powers without burden? How can such a thing happen? Can such a thing really work?

"When you realize that such a thing exists, you should understand that such a thing can indeed work."

The coyote still has that carefree attitude.

"Or, when you think of this level, you have already begun to get rid of the influence of turbidity... The rest depends on how you do it."

"How to do it?"

The gray-haired mouse was still a little stunned.

"What should I do?"

"Do what you want to do and take revenge as you want."

The coyote lay lazily on the cloud.

"You can already distinguish between the clear and the turbid, which is better than your enemy. Your enemy is still entangled by the three turbidities, and his state is actually very unstable... Find a way to kill him, you already have this ability."

"I..."

The gray-haired mouse opened his mouth, and it didn't know what to say for a while.

But those thousands of words finally turned into a sigh.

"Thank you."

The gray-haired mouse bowed his head humbly.

It is a great favor to be able to get the guidance of the senior, realize the difference between the clear and the turbid, and perceive this higher level of road - even to say, this improvement is much more important than its life.

Of course, I can't continue to trouble this senior for the rest of the things.

"Then please watch the formation and wait for my news!"

"Okay, then I wish you success."

The coyote smiled, and there was even a bit of human encouragement on his face.

And with this encouragement, the gray-haired mouse has already jumped down from the clouds.

A mouse fell to the ground, just like a drop of water falling into the sea. In just a moment, the gray-haired mouse disappeared without a trace.

"Yes, that's it. Use your ability and wisdom."

The coyote above the clouds narrowed his eyes.

"Let me see if you are qualified to be a good knife."