Chapter 6 — Reincarnated into the Kim Minh Tri Association, I will no longer marry Poinsettia Lang

The monk was waiting in front of the temple gate to welcome us.

"Thank you, alms-giver, alms-giver Xing, every year you two come here again and again, and each time we accidentally miss each other. I didn't expect that this year we would have the fate to meet at the same time."

I turned to look at Hinh Tranh in surprise. He slightly lowered his eyes, his eyelashes as long as crow wings gently trembling. His lips moved a few times, then he slowly spoke:

"That's right... what a fate."

The staff takes us into the temple. The person Hinh Tranh came to worship was his biological mother. The Hinh family's wife, Hinh, is still alive. Only then did we know that Hinh Tranh was not born from Mrs. Hinh, his background also had its own sufferings that outsiders did not know. After paying homage to each person's loved one, I still have one more favor to ask of the staff. Hinh Tranh saw that I wanted to stop talking, so he proactively suggested that the novice monk lead the way while he went to see the scenery outside. I smiled and said:

"That's okay. I think the ancient jade orchid tree in the back mountain is now in full bloom. Every time I come here I'm in a hurry, I've never had a chance to look closely."

Hinh Tranh nodded.

"Okay, then let's go take a look."

Waiting for him to leave, I donated a large sum of money for incense and smoke, then made a memorial tablet. There is not a single name engraved on that tablet. I quietly placed it behind the altar of my father and the elders. If I didn't pay attention, I would absolutely not see it. When I stepped out of the main hall, I finally felt like a burden had been lifted from my heart. My Du Nhi... Your father doesn't need you. Then from now on, I will forever be a member of the Ta family, enjoying the incense of the Ta family. Outside the palace, Hinh Tranh stood there holding a bouquet of jade orchids, smiling as brightly as the sun. When the little novice stood next to him, when he saw the staff, it was like meeting a savior. He felt sorry for himself and said:

"This philanthropist refused to listen to advice..."

Hinh Tranh immediately interrupted:

"When flowers are ready to bloom, you should pick them. Is what you said true?"

The monk reluctantly shook his head, gently patted the novice monk's head, then just smiled. On the way down the mountain, the bouquet of jade orchids fit neatly in my heart, each petal gently shaking to the rhythm of my steps, emitting a cool and passionate fragrance. It turns out that just one simple word from your mouth can be cherished and remembered by another person so much. When Hinh Tranh and I arrived, the porridge distribution tent at the foot of the mountain had been set up early. I carefully placed the bouquet of orchids aside and then joined in to help. Hinh Tranh keeps following me, whenever he sees something I'm about to do, he quickly grabs it. Before I could even do anything, he was already sweating on his forehead. Everyone who saw that scene burst out laughing with good intentions. He is stronger than anyone else, and his movements are agile, to the point that I have nothing else to do. What's rare is that, although he comes from a family of martial artists, he is extremely proficient at doing odd things like this. Thinking back, although Hinh Tranh is currently very prosperous, but remembering the tablet of his biological mother worshiped at Thuong Thanh Pagoda, I am afraid that in his life there are also hidden many problems and sufferings that cannot be fully expressed. I don't ask. Only Wait until everything is ready, then the two sit down to rest. In front of the porridge distribution tent, there was a very long line of people. There was someone in charge of distributing porridge. It was not convenient for me to show my face, so I and Hinh Tranh sat watching the fire in the back. I gave him a bowl of rough tea. Hinh Tranh took it, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. There was also pine wood in the pile of burning firewood, and from time to time, the pine resin caught fire and emitted a crisp, crackling sound, making it even clearer in the quiet mountain and forest scene.

"These people have been persistent in distributing porridge for ten years. Every Sunday, there are people here who come to distribute porridge."

"But today is not Sunday."

"Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers."

"When I was a child, I once wrote a letter asking the noble lady, what should I do if I miss my parents?"

"My lady told me, then, in the name of your parents, do many good deeds. The more people remember their kindness, the longer their names will live on in this world."

Hinh Tranh still quietly listened. After being resurrected again.