in the edge

Chapter 489 Three Turbidities
Du Chengfeng is still trying hard to see if he can dilute the impact of the incense and vows.

Facts have proved that the power of incense and vows may be the most troublesome power he has ever encountered, or it seems that there is no power in this world that has no negative effects - evil spirits can make people stronger, but it can also make people crazy, and the power of incense and vows can make people stronger, but it can also make people die unclearly.

"The only thing that seems to be useful is probably mental strength, but mental strength is something like that..."

Du Chengfeng started scratching his head.

Does something like mental strength really have no negative effects?
It seems, not really.

He himself had some understanding of this. When he was still using his evil spirit, he would still have the idea of ​​competing with his opponent in a battle of wits and courage. But as he gradually realized the power of his mind and began to cultivate his mind, he rarely did such a thing - as he gained a deeper understanding of his mind, his ideas gradually began to change.

Those fancy battles of wits and courage gradually disappeared, replaced by simpler and more direct head-on confrontations. This simplicity is not only reflected in battles, but gradually extends to all aspects of life.

To put it simply, it looks a little stupid.

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

Yes, newborn babies or animals with chaotic thinking do not have so many acquired thoughts, they only have primitive instincts, and they are the purest - according to the logic of the operation of mental power, this is the strongest state, and this also means that the cultivation of mental power is to move towards the state of a baby.

"Just like what they say in those martial arts novels, returning to the original state?"

Du Chengfeng thought so.

Then he shook his head.

This concept seemed attractive, but he himself knew that the return to one's original state in martial arts novels only referred to the body - it would be a great thing if the body could be restored to youth, but if the mind also regressed...

"Why do I feel like there's something wrong with the path of mental strength?"

Du Chengfeng began to touch his chin.

It seems that there really is no such power in this world that has no side effects.

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

From this perspective, this world doesn't seem as idealistic as he had previously thought.

“So…it’s actually a matter of thinking.”

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng sighed.

Just like the words he had heard before, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight; if you want to gain power, you can't do it without paying any price. Before, he once thought that mental strength was the avenue to gain benefits for no reason, but now it seems that this is just a clever trick after all.

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

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

Looking back on the past, Du Chengfeng felt a little sad.

No wonder he always thinks of the past during this period, perhaps this is his subconscious reminding him that he can always retreat from this path as long as he is willing to give up his power - in fact, his strength is sufficient 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 hands also reminded him that the so-called peace and tranquility was nothing but an illusion. When he chose to stay where he was, naturally there would be stronger people coming out to take his life.

It is true that he is an ordinary person, but when he glimpsed the hidden danger and understood the dangers of this world, he was no longer ordinary.

After all, there was no way he would just sit there and wait for death.

"So..."

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

So he chose not to think about these things for the time being. After all, he had not finished polishing the mountain today.

Sometimes when you can't figure something out, it may not be a problem with your thinking, but more likely because you are missing some key information - just like Du Chengfeng just now, he has already realized something more important.

That is, is he really the only one who has embarked on this path?
Is he really the only one stopped at this intersection?

Now even psychotic animals, or monsters, have emerged, which means that there are probably more hidden powerful people in this world. It’s just that 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 Southern Chen is currently in the midst of war and is fighting fiercely with the grassland people in the north, this kind of battle is still a little too insignificant for him at the moment.

Let alone him, even those mountain gods and river gods who were killed by him during this period probably had the same mentality. Such major events on the mundane level were nothing more than insignificant trifles in their eyes. After all, to these truly extraordinary and powerful people, the biggest difference between mortals and cattle and sheep might be their appearance.

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

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng subconsciously glanced around.

This would certainly not yield any gain. After all, this was just like when he occasionally looked at the common people living under Mount Liuhua. The common people could not possibly discover him, and he naturally could not discover those stronger beings.

"It feels like walking in the woods... or like soaking in the ocean. God knows how many eyes are watching me in the dark."

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

However, this does not affect his work efficiency. The polishing of Liuhua Mountain is nearing completion. It only takes two more days for him to fully understand the past of this mountain.

"So, is there really no power in this world that has no side effects?"

While working, Du Chengfeng was thinking about what he had just been thinking about.

Although the idea of ​​taking advantage of others for free was a bit excessive, he always felt that nothing was impossible in this weird idealistic world.

While Du Chengfeng continued to be immersed in his work.

Above the distant clouds, the seemingly ordinary coyote also withdrew its gaze.

"You're very perceptive. You even noticed that I was watching you just now."

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

"From this perspective, the deaths of your companions were not unjust. This was not a fight of the same level at all. You picked on a tough guy... But it's a pity that he is currently entangled with the Three Turbidities and is at his weakest."

"Three...turbid?"

The gray-haired mouse was a little confused for a moment, as it had never heard of this term before.

The mortals did have a popular saying about the "Three Pure Ones", but that was just three statues erected and worshiped. As for the Three Turbidities...

"what is this?"

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

Coyote said casually.

"To take everything for oneself is greed, to draw a sword against someone when there is a disagreement is anger, to be pure-minded and not to use anything else is stupidity. These are the three turbidities."

"This……"

The gray-haired mouse was speechless.

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

Taking everything in the world and making use of it for your own benefit is clearly pointing directly to the power of incense and vows.

Drawing swords at each other over a disagreement is clearly the evil spirit that mortals often use.

The mind is pure and does not rely on external things. Isn't this the pure mental power that it felt when it first gained intelligence?
These are not the three turbidities, they 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 need to ask me this? Don't you know it yourself?"

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

"If you are a mouse, have you never played in the mud?"

"Playing in the mud?"

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

Aren't we talking about clarity and turbidity? Why are we talking about playing in the mud again? Are these two things really related?
"Of course it does."

The coyote nodded, then made a waving motion with his paw.

"Won't your paws get dirty if you throw the mud out?"

"Yes, but...wait!"

The gray-haired mouse suddenly understood something.

Yes, that's true. If you regard these ways of gaining power as mud, everything will be easy to understand - it can indeed scoop up the 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 claws and its whole body will become.

The mud will not only stick to the enemy's body, but also to its own body. In fact, before the enemy is submerged in the mud, it itself will become covered in dirt first.

And this dirtiness is what is called turbidity.

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

Therefore, now that we understand what turbidity is, the so-called clarity becomes obvious.

"You mean, if we don't use these powers, we will be clear?"

"That's not called clear, that's called weak."

Coyote's expression was a little subtle.

"What are you thinking? If you don't use your power, you are just waiting to be eaten. Are you going to imitate those mortal monks and hope that eating vegetarian food and chanting scriptures will make the other side repent?"

"This……"

The gray-haired mouse smiled awkwardly.

However, after the coyote's reminder, it understood the hidden meaning of the other party's words - the so-called clarity has never been the weak who do not use strength. The weak do not even have the qualifications to talk about clarity or turbidity. The weak are only weak themselves, and the weak have no way out but death.

Only the strong can distinguish between clear and turbid.

Ordinary strong people will only be entangled by the Three Turbidities. They may look very strong, but they also carry huge hidden dangers. When the huge hidden dangers explode, they will die, just like the white-haired hedgehog before - then conversely, are there any strong people who are not entangled by the Three Turbidities?

Like, when playing in the mud.

You can pick up the mud and throw it away without getting yourself dirty.

The whole body is spotless.

This is what is called purity!
"But... is this really possible?"

The gray-haired mouse was shocked by his own thoughts. He never thought it was possible.

"Using power without any burden... is there really such a thing?"

Incomprehensible, completely incomprehensible.

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

Since power has negative effects, how can anyone use it without any burden? How can such a thing be possible? Can such a thing really work?

"When you realize that this kind of thing exists, you should understand that it can work."

The coyote still had that nonchalant and carefree attitude.

"Or in other words, when you think of this level, you have already begun to break away from the influence of turbidity... The rest depends on how you act."

"How to do it?"

The gray-haired mouse was still a little dazed.

"what should I do?"

"Do what you want, and take the revenge you want."

The coyote lay lazily on the cloud.

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

"I……"

The gray-haired mouse opened its mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

But those thousands of words finally turned into a sigh.

"Thank you."

The gray-haired mouse bowed his head humbly.

Being able to receive guidance from predecessors, realize the difference between clear and turbid, and perceive this path to a higher level, is already a great blessing - in fact, this improvement is much more important than its life.

Of course, I can't continue to trouble this senior with the remaining matters.

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

"Okay, then I wish you success."

The coyote smiled, and there was even a rather humane look of encouragement on his face.

With this encouragement, the gray-haired mouse jumped down from the clouds.

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

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

The coyote above the clouds narrowed his eyes.

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

(End of this chapter)