Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

“The people of the world are ignorant. I fear the title of ‘deserters’ has already been pinned upon the head of our Lotus Ferry Nunnery.

The Immortal Suppression Department and the various major factions will treat us as fish and meat on the chopping block.”

“This…” The wrinkles on Hongzhen’s aged face tightened.

Originally, Lotus Ferry Nunnery’s Grotto-Heaven was already situated in the borderlands, meant to act as a surprise force.

But once that Nirvana Holy Elder appeared, his heavenly flames raging, the Abbess had performed a divination, only to state that all was lost.

Now, carefully pondering such consequences, Daoist nun Hongzhen’s heart sank.

“In this chaotic world, human hearts are no longer as they were in ancient times.

A transgression like the fall of the Western Border—who can bear such responsibility?

The people of the world all say that those with great Spiritual power stand indomitable, holding up the heavens and supporting the earth.

The blame for this battle will inevitably fall upon our heads.”

Abbess Dairou let out a long breath.

Seeing Hongzhen at a complete loss, she smiled and said,

“Do not fear. Such circumstances are equally a fortuitous encounter for us.

For tens of thousands of years, our Lotus Ferry Nunnery has not dared to claim the title of Buddha.

Now, with the souls of the dead littering the Western Border, it is precisely the time for our Lotus Ferry Nunnery to bring salvation to all living beings, and harvest the immense merit of this world.”

“Go and fetch the Buddhist relics of Lotus Ferry Nunnery’s past generations.

Today, our Lotus Ferry Nunnery shall shatter the Dao and return to Buddhism.

Once I find a fortuitous encounter to break through Dao Comprehension and achieve Dao Integration, seeking a glimpse into the Mahayana Realm, who in this world would dare to pin unwarranted crimes upon our Lotus Ferry Nunnery?!”

Lotus Ferry Nunnery had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years; they had long wanted to cast off these Daoist robes and continue cultivating the Buddhist Dharma.

Now that the Yidian Holy Monk was being hunted by the Immortal Suppression Department, and the fall of the Western Border had plunged the world into chaos, what was there left to fear?

The Buddhist Dharma was the true path of Lotus Ferry Nunnery!

Daoist nun Hongzhen was overjoyed. “Yes, Abbess!”

Abbess Dairou’s gaze pierced through the walls, observing Crown Prince Fei Heng, who had been taken away to rest, her face devoid of expression.

“It seems the fortuitous encounter lies with you.

How can the defeat at the Western Border be blamed on me?

If anyone is to blame, it is you, this Tyrannical Crown Prince who could not bear loneliness.

What a pity that I have become the sinner reviled by all.”

[Special Event — Aligning with the “Buddha”]

[Your descendant Li Kuanghua, along with Crown Prince Fei Heng, has been placed under house arrest by Lotus Ferry Nunnery.]

Within Lotus Ferry Nunnery.

Li Kuanghua sat in her room; Crown Prince Fei Heng had already been settled in another.

In just two short days, Li Kuanghua had already become quite familiar with Lotus Ferry Nunnery.

This massive Daoist sect felt more like a Buddhist temple.

The Daoist nuns of Lotus Ferry Nunnery could be seen gradually replacing the Daoist trigrams in the shrines with Buddha statues.

The sounds of worship filled the air, and the Buddha statues were Bodhisattvas cast by the nuns using their Spiritual power.

Li Kuanghua frowned slightly.

She recognized this Buddha statue; it was none other than “Abbess Dairou.”

Among the more than two hundred thousand disciples in Lotus Ferry Nunnery, Li Kuanghua casually grabbed one and asked, “Do you know which Bodhisattva this is?”

The little nun bowed respectfully toward the Buddha statue.

“This is the Great Merciful and Compassionate Savior of Suffering, the Lotus Ferry Bodhisattva.”

Li Kuanghua fell silent for a moment, then inquired further about the events of the Western Border.

What made Li Kuanghua frown incessantly was that the accounts of these nuns barely differed from Abbess Dairou’s, as if they had truly been there in person.

“Our Lotus Ferry Nunnery originally had over eight hundred thousand fellow disciples, yet more than half lost their lives in that great battle.”

The little nun wiped her tears, showing not the slightest hint of pretending.

Li Kuanghua was confident that with this little nun’s bone age being less than a hundred years, even the most microscopic change in her expression could not escape her perception.