The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

After the ceremony ended, the Holy Son said nothing, turned and left, followed by a group of priests.

The priest quickly took a few steps closer to him and lowered his voice.

"Your Holiness, you just distributed the supplies to the old man and stopped that young man. He will surely hold a grudge."

This young holy son was personally appointed by the high priest. He has the highest affinity for the element of light among the younger generation, but unfortunately he has a bad temper and always has a cold face.

Previous Sons of God, even if they were unhappy, would put on a warm, spring-like smile on the Day of Divine Grace, be approachable, and proclaim God's grace.

Unfortunately, this holy son is different. On every day of divine grace, he just stands aside and doesn't even smile, let alone utter a word of praise.

The priest was deeply worried as he thought of the increasingly desolate monument to faith, which grew more and more bleak each year.

"If he spreads complaints everywhere and incites others, it won't be good for the reputation of our temple... If this continues, the number of believers in the God of Light will only decrease."

The Holy Son remained calm. "Hmm, whatever."

The priest shook his head inwardly, feeling that the holy son was ultimately too young and stubborn, unaware of the consequences of his impulsive actions.

Wen Yubai walked ahead indifferently, ignoring the priest's advice and maintaining his aloof and cold image as the holy son.

He was determined to succeed in this mission.

Doing things well requires a lot of consideration, but doing things badly is easy.

-

The annual temple pilgrimage has begun as scheduled.

According to custom, the Temple of Light would send some of its clergy on pilgrimages to preach and visit various places to gather faith.

This was decided by the high priest, partly to salvage lost faith and partly to reduce expenses.

You know, maintaining so many priests requires a lot of gold coins. If we give them some money and send them out to freeload elsewhere, wouldn't that save money?

The high priest stroked his gray beard, marveling at his own wisdom.

The high priest was pleased with his wisdom and had gained another good reputation.

Unfortunately, the bishops below weren't very enthusiastic about this. They took turns drawing lots, some happy and some sad.

Unfortunately, the bishops below weren't very enthusiastic about this. They took turns drawing lots, some happy, others sighing.

Wen Yubai looked at the lot he had drawn, which had the character "巡" (xún) on it, meaning that he had been selected to go on a pilgrimage.

Pilgrimage is inherently a difficult task, involving long journeys, time and effort, and the subsidies provided by the temple are not much, so most bishops choose to go to some wealthy towns.

Although the temple has declined, it will still give people face, at least by arranging accommodations. If they are particular about appearances, they will also provide some extra supplies and gold coins.

Question 188: [So you plan to choose a wealthy town like them? With your status as the Holy Son of Light, the city lords will surely treat you well.]

"no."

That would be comfortable, but Wen Yubai doesn't intend to do it that way.

Going with the tide is shirking responsibility; his goal is to harm the interests of the temple.

"I want to go to a place where people are indifferent to and resistant to the faith in light, a place where they won't accept anything I do."

Are there such places?

"Just ask and you'll find out."

Wen Yubai was lucky; he had no experience in pilgrimages, but the bishops around him certainly did.

The places they don't want to go or won't go are the places they're looking for.

He humbly inquired with the bishops around him.

"Those remote and barren places are rugged, isolated, and sparsely populated. When you make your choice, Holy Son, you must avoid these places."

"Yes, especially in Stone Village, even the rats have moved away."

"Stone Village? In Beiling? I heard there was a drought there last year, and people couldn't even get water."

"Yes, it's a thankless task. There are already very few believers, and these places are really terrible."

Wen Yubai's eyes lit up.

The mountain roads were difficult to traverse, the land was barren, the population was sparse, and the people were marginalized by the temple for many years, so the people had no reverence for the faith in the light.

He painstakingly traveled long distances, preached and gave alms, spending all his money, only to find that all his efforts and resources were wasted, and he didn't even regain much faith.

These places are wonderful.

[Yu Bai, should we reconsider?]

Isn't this just forcing things when there's no pain? 188 wanted to guide them a bit, suggesting they don't take this task so seriously, and that they'd win no matter which way they went.

However, it has an agreement with the world that it cannot let the taskers know about their bet, and it cannot deliberately induce the taskers to violate the task requirements.

Otherwise, you'll lose all your task points and have to pay a penalty.

"188, don't worry, I'll do my best on this mission. A little hardship is nothing."

[Yu Bai is so touched. It's okay to not endure some hardship...]

While everyone was exchanging pilgrimage experiences, the high priest arrived.

He came specifically to check on the chosen saint, worried that he might be in a bad mood, but when he came over, he saw that the saint's expression was indifferent and there was no obvious displeasure.

"Holy Son, for your first pilgrimage, you must carefully consider which city to visit."

The bishops nodded. "We are sharing with the Holy Son that there are several cities that already have a relatively good foundation of faith. If the Holy Son goes there, it can be further consolidated."

Seeing the kind and helpful manner of everyone, the high priest was very pleased. He patted the holy son on the shoulder, and the majestic white-bearded old man blinked.

"This time I'll send the Paladin Commander to accompany you."

He glanced at the others: "You guys don't have any objections, right?"

The bishops quickly shook their heads, "No objections, no objections."

They were overjoyed, as the Paladin Commander ate a lot, and each time he accompanied them, the cost of food alone was enormous.

Moreover, while the Holy Son is so handsome and has a high affinity for light elements, it is well known that their light magic is all about purification and healing.

The only slightly aggressive thing it does is shine light into people's eyes to blind them.

The Paladin Commander can eat a lot and is also very good at fighting.

It is perfectly reasonable to allocate it to the Holy Son.

The high priest nodded in satisfaction, glanced at the burly paladin commander in the corner, and sent him away for another two months. The temple could finally save some food rations again.

The paladin commander was staring blankly at his toes. He hadn't eaten enough for lunch and felt unwell all over, especially his stomach.

He inexplicably felt that someone was disliking him. He looked up blankly and scanned the room, but found nothing unusual, so he lowered his head and continued to stare blankly.

After giving everyone ample time to sigh and gloat, the high priest coughed twice and began to give some instructions.

Everyone is required to actively preach, maintain proper etiquette, and adhere to their religious duties when going out, so as to uphold the image of the temple.

And most importantly.

"You can only come back after a full two months of pilgrimage!"

-

After packing their luggage, Wen Yubai led a group of people on their pilgrimage.

A total of ten priests, two paladins, plus himself and the knight commander, made fourteen people on the road.

The high priest saw them off with a dark expression.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Son was a hidden talent, managing to squeeze two extra gold coins out of his hand simply by using his face.

That's two whole gold coins!

Originally, he only needed to spend five gold coins and six thousand five hundred silver coins to send the whole group away for this pilgrimage.

The high priest was in agony at having to pay out two extra coins for no reason.

But he couldn't bring himself to take it back from the Holy Son.

In the end, I could only console myself by thinking, "Well, it's rare for the kids to go out, so indulging a little isn't too much to ask."