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

Wen Yubai had anticipated that this proposal would be opposed.

It would be strange not to object to such an excessive threshold.

He nodded calmly and said:

"So I prepared a second plan."

"If they are unwilling to donate money, they can choose to copy books. As long as they copy enough of the required chapters, they can also obtain the qualification to worship."

"Knowledge is also a kind of wealth. Acquiring knowledge requires effort, and this effort can also be used to measure faith."

For ordinary people, many of whom cannot even read all the characters, copying books is simply like scribbles, utterly meaningless.

Who would spend so much time just for a chance to make a pilgrimage?

This series of actions effectively kept both ordinary people and the wealthy outside the temple gates.

Just to be on the safe side, Wen Yubai added:

"The places for labor and copying can be arranged closer together, so that they can see the fair treatment of the temple. Regardless of wealth, those who wish to have an audience with the gods must endure the same hardships."

Whether the common people feel resentful about this arrangement is unknown, but the rich certainly do.

Good heavens, you can worship for just one silver coin, while we not only have to donate a large sum of money, but also do a whole month of hard labor.

Wen Yubai could already foresee what kind of expression they would have at that time.

It's going to be very exciting.

The council chamber was silent.

The bishops were rendered speechless by the Son's meticulously crafted "perfect plan."

At first glance, it seems to make sense, but upon closer inspection, something just doesn't seem right.

The more I listened, the more I felt that the threshold for the rich was too outrageous, and the threshold for the poor was too high, blocking both ends.

Is this plan intended to filter out devout believers, or to perfectly discourage everyone?

But they couldn't say those words out loud.

After all, the Holy Son had just performed a great service, making the Temple a fortune. If we were to question his intentions now, wouldn't that be implying that the Holy Son harbored ill intentions and was a traitor to the Temple?

Moreover, the Holy Son's analysis was very logical, explaining that the more devout one is to the light, the more steadfast one's will should be, and that knowledge is wealth. How can we refute him?

What can you use to refute this? Claim you're devout but lack conviction? Or that knowledge has no value?

When faced with a dilemma, the bishops looked to the silent high priest, hoping he would say something.

The silence was merely a facade; in reality, the high priest was deep in thought.

After hearing the Holy Son's plan, his first reaction was that it was not feasible.

This method is outrageous; it looks like they're driving believers away.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that the plan was not so simple, considering the actions of the Holy Son's pilgrimage.

The high priest specifically asked the paladin commander and the accompanying priests about the pilgrimage.

He knew that the Holy Son was too reserved, and if he were to speak, he would definitely just gloss over it, so the High Priest could only inquire indirectly.

This question had a significant impact; no one dared to say a bad word about the Holy Son in front of him anymore.

Everyone praised the Son of God, saying that he was far-sighted and unfathomable, and that behind every seemingly unreasonable arrangement lay good intentions, and that he was good at guiding people to think about the true meaning of faith.

Everyone was initially puzzled by the Holy Son's actions, but the results were always surprising. He not only successfully completed the mission but also brought fame and fortune to the Temple.

Looking back, they all lamented that they were too slow to understand and hadn't grasped the profound meaning of the Son of God sooner.

The high priest considered himself to be highly perceptive, and he couldn't show the children that he "didn't understand."

Although he hasn't quite figured out the essence of this "discouragement strategy" yet.

But he firmly believed that the Holy Son must have his reasons for doing so.

The high priest then smiled and nodded to the holy son, indicating his approval.

He shook his head at the bishops, whose faces were full of confusion, and then swept his gaze across the room with a meaningful look.

"The Holy Son's plan is indeed very radical and carries certain risks, but it's worth a try. We can try it for two months and see how it goes."

The bishops caught the high priest's "everything is under control" look, and their hearts pounded with anxiety.

High Priest, what have you figured out? Why don't you tell everyone?

Are they really that stupid, unable to see the obvious "deeper meaning" in this plan?

The bishops fell into deep thought and silence, and unanimously passed this outrageous proposal.

Wen Yubai was somewhat surprised that his flawed and illogical reasoning had so easily convinced them.

He was prepared to be lectured, and then he would act sad and gloomy to avoid working the same shift as Lowein.

Wen Yubai was somewhat surprised that such an outrageous plan had been approved so smoothly; he had thought he would have to go through a lot of trouble to explain it.

On second thought, it might also be because of the pilgrimage that the high priest trusted him so much that he was willing to spend two months trying things out.

Wen Yubai felt somewhat guilty towards the High Priest, but for the sake of his mission, he had no choice but to do this bad thing.

He prayed silently in his heart:

I hope the high priest will notice something amiss in time, grab me and give me a good scolding to vent his anger. I will stand there obediently and take the scolding without ever retaliating.

"This matter still needs to be refined, implemented, and executed."

The high priest's voice pulled him back to reality, "Holy Son, you can't handle this alone. Let's choose another bishop to share the responsibility with you."

Wen Yubai responded, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on the round-faced bishop.

"Bishop Dickens, I'd appreciate it if you could join me and share the burden for the Temple."

Wen Yubai is not one to hold grudges.

He simply felt that Bishop Dickens was particularly passionate about his work.

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Over the next few days, Dickens and Wen Yubai worked together to refine the plan. Although it was said that they were pushing forward together, it was actually a tug-of-war.

Every time Dickens tried to steer his off-track plan back in the right direction, Wen Yubai would always come up with a set of grand principles, leading him back down the wrong path.

For example, Bishop Dickens proposed to open an introductory course, first having priests explain the benefits and significance of reading to the common people, and then offering various courses from simple to complex, gradually teaching them to read.

Doesn't this turn it into a school?

That sounds like great news!

Could Wen Yubai persuade Bishop Dickens to make such a change?

Of course not.

Wen Yubai immediately rejected the idea, his expression solemn. "The value of knowledge lies in the fact that its acquisition requires a certain threshold."

"We need to let them discover things for themselves and actively knock on that door, instead of us actively feeding them knowledge. Otherwise, it loses its true meaning."

Dickens wanted to say, "Son, aren't you being too naive? They can't even read properly, and you're asking them to copy books? What's the point?"

But he held back.

Since the High Priest has already agreed to the plan, there is no need for him to go against the Holy Son. Perhaps the Holy Son has other intentions?

Let him think about it carefully again.

Wen Yubai entrusted him with the task of selecting books, which was the simplest and least prone to error; he could just take some books from the library.

He then went to inspect the abandoned prayer altar and finalized the construction plan.

Bishop Dickens plunged into the archives, browsing through the bookshelves while repeatedly pondering the Son's plan in his mind.

After thinking it over and over, I still feel it's unreliable. If this plan is released, it will probably be met with a barrage of criticism.

"Bishop Dickens, why do you look so gloomy?"

A young voice interrupted his thoughts.