Seeing the elm tree, Ding Erkang suddenly had an idea, and he untied his belt.
At this moment, he only felt that there was no interest in life, and his future was gloomy. He raised his eyes and looked around, and there was nothing that made him nostalgic.
He started to learn the ways of Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, and he took it as his own responsibility to revive the glory of the Ding family. One thing goes well.
The more Ding Erkang thought about it, the more discouraged he became. He threw his belt on the branch of the elm tree and tied his hands in a knot. Ding Erkang stretched out his neck and got into the rope.
Ding Erkang quietly waited for death to come. He closed his eyes, held his breath, and waited for himself to be hoisted like a kite.
He felt that his eyes had turned black, and his mind had gradually blurred, as if he had heard the celestial music of Western Paradise, and when he was swaying and half-conscious, he heard a "pop", and Ding Erkang jumped out of the tree. He fell and threw him on his back.
Ding Erkang thought he had fallen into the Avici Hell in a daze, and he said in a loud voice: "Bodhisattva, I only do good deeds in my life and never harm others. It became Avici Hell, could it be that the Bodhisattva made a mistake?"
It seemed as if there was a ray of fairy voice saying: "If you don't sink into something, it's impossible, and if you give up easily, it's a failure. How can such a person who can't fail to ascend to the Western Paradise, go to the Avici Hell for tempering!"
Ding Erkang hurriedly shouted: "Bodhisattva, the student knows that he is wrong, please give me a chance and the student will definitely correct it!"
Ding Erkang kept yelling, scratching and kicking his hands and feet in the air, and it took a while for him to gradually wake up.
It turned out that the tree fork that Ding Erkang chose was an old branch. Due to the lack of water and cold in winter, the branch became extremely fragile. It could not support Ding Erkang's weight and broke.
The lack of oxygen caused Ding Erkang to enter a state of hysteria. In a trance, he seemed to see Guanyin Bodhisattva, which is why he had those conversations.
When Ding Erkang fell from the tree, his mind was full of conversations with the Bodhisattva. It turned out that he was a person who had to be hit and could only go to Avici Hell. Ding Erkang woke up.
Yes, no one will take the hardships you have suffered and the wrongs you have suffered, and maybe some people will secretly laugh at yourself behind your back.
The more Ding Erkang thought about it, the more unwilling he became. Yes, where is the teaching of the saints?
Ding Erkang stood up slowly, and his desire to die gradually sank.
Since you can't die, live tenaciously!
Ding Erkang suddenly thought of Ling Shuanghua so much at that moment, he wanted to tell her the truth of the matter, she was already Du Heng's wife, and let her know what a terrible person Du Heng was.
Ding Erkang was filled with strength immediately, he patted the dust off his body, turned around and went down the mountain.
Ding Erkang returned to Nanma, he packed his luggage a little, told Qiaofeng that he would go to Fengtai Mansion tomorrow, and went to rest.
Early the next morning, Ding Erkang got into the carriage and rushed to Fengtai Mansion.
Along the way, Ding Erkang was in a turbulent mood. He couldn't imagine whether he would go crazy if Ling Shuanghua didn't see him. If I met him, would I have anything else to say besides the fact that I was framed by Du Heng.
Ding Erkang swung his whip with a crackling sound, and the horse galloped on the official road, raising a puff of yellow smoke. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com