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

Wen Yubai originally just wanted to quietly slack off.

He also knew about the protagonist's situation these days. The Holy Knight Commander would occasionally come to him to complain after meals, which Wen Yubai took as a joke.

Anyway, security is not a problem inside the temple, unlike on the return trip when mysterious monsters would randomly appear on the bed, under the bed, and in the wardrobe.

Lovin volunteered for the shift; given his personality, he certainly wouldn't make himself suffer.

Therefore, since it was none of his business at this meeting, Wen Yubai was determined not to show off from beginning to end.

But he never expected that, as he spoke, the fire would end up burning him.

Wen Yubai felt a chill run down his spine and looked at the round-faced bishop Dickens with hostility.

If you say that, I won't be happy.

Originally, I only had to work one day a week, but now I have to work two more days?

And she even works with the main character! Do you know what that means to me?!

Moreover, Wen Yubai absolutely cannot do anything that benefits the Temple.

Without thinking twice, he immediately spoke seriously:

"No."

"With two people on duty, the number of people will not decrease, and may even increase, making it easier to cause disturbances and harder to control the situation."

Bishop Dickens, however, was not giving up: "Then why not open up more days for those favored by God and the Son of God to be on duty, so as to disperse the crowds?"

Wen Yubai looked at him in disbelief.

Do you want to listen to what you're actually saying?

Just because you don't want to work more doesn't mean I do.

The other bishops nodded in agreement, finding the idea feasible as it would both increase donations and demonstrate the Temple's compassion.

Seeing the High Priest's expression of interest, Wen Yubai's heart alarm bells rang.

High Priest, don't listen to slander and push me into the fire!

"No, that won't solve the problem; it's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to him, and Wen Yubai quickly went through the thought process in his mind.

First of all, diverting traffic is definitely not an option.

Diverting people only separates them from one group into two; the total flow remains the same, and it cannot fundamentally reduce the number of people coming to the temple.

Moreover, if he and Lorvyn were to work the same shift, not only would his workload increase, but it might also attract more people.

That's absolutely unacceptable.

Secondly, hiding Lovin is also unrealistic. With his popularity soaring, making him disappear rashly could easily incite discontent or even riots among his followers.

Moreover, Wen Yubai also wanted Lovien to gather more admirers.

After all, the more admirers the protagonist has, the greater the threat to him as the holy son. Wouldn't it be perfect for those people to cause trouble because of their jealousy and rivalry, thus helping him complete his mission?

That leaves only one direction.

Setting high barriers to entry discourages people from making decisions and addresses the problem at its source.

Having made up his mind, Wen Yubai slowly spoke:

"Instead of raising the bar for pilgrimage, we can select truly devout believers, rather than just people who come to join the fun."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bishop immediately chimed in, "The Holy Son is right! Right now, simply donating a little money to see those favored by God is indeed too easy. Why not set a donation threshold, so that only those who donate more than a certain amount can qualify to see those favored by God?"

Upon hearing this, the high priest's eyes lit up.

This method is indeed good; it has greatly increased the temple's revenue.

But the high priest quickly realized the obvious drawbacks of this plan, and before he could speak, the holy son had already spoken up in rebuttal.

"No."

Wen Yubai spoke slowly, with a hint of reproach:

"Doesn't this directly link faith with money? What will people say about our temple if word gets out?"

"Those poor people, though penniless, may not have a shallower faith in the light than the rich. Wouldn't this be turning them away and chilling the hearts of countless believers?"

The entire room fell silent.

The bishops looked at each other, realizing that the Holy Son made sense, and the person who proposed the plan lowered his head in shame.

Wen Yubai spoke with great righteousness, but what he was really thinking was:

Although this would tarnish the Temple's reputation, there are many wealthy nobles and merchants who admire Lovin, and these people spend money like water, which will only make the Temple a fortune.

That won't do.

He went through his thoughts again and quickly came up with a new idea.

His threshold should be so high that both the poor and the rich would give up.

What plausible reason could possibly fool the high priests and bishops?

Got it!

"I think different thresholds should be set for people with different wealth levels."

The bishops nodded in agreement. "That is indeed the way to go; the previous suggestion was flawed."

Wen Yubai continued, "Different people should have different standards for measuring their beliefs. For example, the rich possess the most material wealth, and money is readily available to them."

"For them, we cannot measure their faith by the amount of their donations."

A bishop, puzzled, asked, "Then what should be used for selection?"

Wen Yubai replied, "Sweat."

"The more devout one is to the light, the more steadfast one's will should be. In that case, in addition to donating the necessary money, they should also be encouraged to engage in manual labor and demonstrate their devotion through their actions."

He paused, as if remembering something, and added casually:

"I remember that the temple was on a hillside on the outskirts of the city, and there was a prayer altar that had been abandoned for some reason. That place would have been perfect for them to show their resolve."

"Only by working diligently there, um... for a month, can one make pilgrimage after the labor period is completed."

It takes 21 days to form a habit, which rounds up to a month.

Wen Yubai refused to believe that those pampered rich people could grit their teeth and do a month of hard labor.

If they really have to do it, then let them meet Lowein; he'd be impressed by his willingness to endure hardship.

Wen Yubai added, "Of course, all the money they donate should be used for the materials and labor costs of building the prayer altar. This will test their sincerity and show the world that our temple is not a place that covets money."

All the money must be spent; we must ensure that the temple doesn't earn a single penny.

As for the prayer altar, it's just a vanity project. Let's not even talk about whether it can be built. Even if it is, it will only be used a few times a year, which is a complete waste.

The bishops were stunned after hearing this.

Isn't this just paying money to suffer?

Those rich people aren't stupid. Do they think they're tired of sweet things and want to experience something bitter? What a joke.

Moreover, most of these people are unable to carry heavy loads, so asking them to build prayer altars would only delay the construction period.

Without giving them time to think and refute, Wen Yubai put forward a plan targeting ordinary people.

"As for ordinary people, they happen to lack wealth, so wealth is very precious to them."

"Then their piety can be measured in terms of wealth. I suggest that commoners should only be eligible to make a pilgrimage if they donate at least one silver coin."

One silver coin, at current prices, could buy 666 eggs.

The bishops still need to ponder the intricacies of the plan that was just proposed for the wealthy.

But this plan for the poor seems outrageous to them without them even having to think about it.

An elderly bishop couldn't help but speak up:

"Holy Son, a silver coin may be insignificant to some nobles, but it is indeed a considerable expense for commoners."

"Aren't you deliberately making things difficult for them and shutting out their faith?"