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

Dickens snapped out of his reverie, looked up, and saw it was Priest Xiaochuan.

He knew this priest; he was one of the people who went on the pilgrimage with the Holy Son, and he had performed outstandingly, even being praised by the High Priest upon their return.

Dickens thought about it for a moment. The plan would be announced sooner or later, so it wasn't really a secret. He then told Ogawa about it and wanted to hear his opinion.

After listening, Priest Xiaochuan nodded thoughtfully and pondered for a while, resting his chin on his hand.

Then his gaze fell on the book in Dickens's arms, and suddenly an idea struck him.

"Your Excellency, are these books perhaps inappropriate?"

Dickens looked down at the books in his arms. They were all classics explaining doctrines and beliefs and recounting history. There was nothing wrong with them.

Priest Xiaochuan asked, "Didn't His Holiness just say that the common people should actively seek out knowledge?"

Bishop Dickens nodded. "Yes, that's what he said."

Priest Xiaochuan said, "That's right. The Holy Son's intention is to let them actively seek out knowledge that is useful to them, rather than forcing it on them."

"Therefore, the kind of books you chose are not very suitable. These doctrinal texts are essential and useful for us priests, because we need to understand the true meaning of enlightenment and spread the faith."

"But for ordinary people, they can neither understand it nor use it for the time being."

Bishop Dickens frowned, finding some truth in the statement, but the problem had come full circle.

"But they can't even read all the characters, so what's the point of choosing any books? They won't understand them anyway."

Ogawa smiled slightly, "The Holy Son only said that we are not allowed to teach, but he didn't say that we are not allowed to answer questions."

"At that time, we were in the same situation in Stone Village. The Holy Son firmly forbade us to publicize our identity or preach the doctrine. As a result, the villagers were moved and took the initiative to ask us. The effect of preaching was much better than when we talked about it everywhere."

"As for the problem of not being able to read, we can compile some primers for them to copy and imitate."

"As long as there are simple pictures and annotations, they can come to us with questions, which can greatly stimulate their thirst for knowledge."

Dickens suddenly realized and slapped his thigh.

"I understand now, I've been thinking about things wrong all along!"

He looked at the heavy book in his hands, feeling somewhat annoyed.

"These books are really inappropriate; basic arithmetic, farming, hygiene and protection... are clearly much more valuable!"

"Yes, and some manufacturing books are best with pictures to make them easier to understand. If they can also be accompanied by some simple stories, that would be even better, as it's both educational and entertaining."

Dickens praised without reservation, "Kawa, you're so clever! You knew exactly what 'the Holy Son' meant right away!"

Priest Xiaochuan was embarrassed. "No, I just studied with the Holy Son for a while."

Feeling the significance of doing this, Bishop Dickens immediately became motivated.

"Then I'd better hurry and look for these books. If I can't find them, I'll ask the High Priest for funding to buy a batch from outside!"

Priest Xiao Chuan happened to have nothing urgent to do recently, and since this was a major event planned by the Holy Son, he was very motivated.

"I'll choose too! Two people can make it faster than one!"

-

The new pilgrimage regulations, once promulgated, instantly caused a huge uproar throughout the city.

The common people find it unbelievable.

"You have to pay a silver coin to worship? And there's a time limit and a limit on the number of times you can worship? You can only worship eight times a month, and it expires after that?"

"Has the Temple gone mad? My monthly food allowance isn't even a single silver coin!"

"Didn't you see below? You can also qualify by copying books."

"Are you kidding me? I can't even read all the characters, and you want me to copy books? What's the difference between that and telling me not to come at all!"

The rich are even more incredible.

"Paying money isn't enough; we also have to do manual labor? This is unheard of!"

"Has the temple become arrogant after just welcoming a chosen one?"

"Is the Temple so desperate for money that it not only wants money but also wants us as its labor force?"

Immediately, public sentiment was high, and regardless of wealth, everyone was complaining and vowing not to go on pilgrimage, but to teach the temple a lesson.

See who can't live without whom!

In the shadows of the street corner, Wen Yubai, his face covered by a mask, listened to the rising and falling curses and smiled with satisfaction.

That's more like it.

It's so much better to live a down-to-earth life. Don't think about worship. If worshipping gods were really effective, there would be no suffering in the world.

Instead of wasting time like this, you might as well go back and get some more sleep.

The regulations stipulated that the regulations would not be officially implemented until ten days later, but the temple was not idle during these days, and various preparations were being carried out in an orderly manner.

Taking advantage of this break, Wen Yubai went to the outskirts of the city to inspect the wasteland and finalize the construction plan.

-

On the outskirts of the city, an unfinished "prayer altar" project.

The area is overgrown with weeds and the environment is somewhat desolate, with a few scattered pillars in the middle.

Not far away was a makeshift wooden hut, probably used as a supervisor back then. Several priests were busy inside, planning to use the hut as a place for commoners to copy books.

The temple bought this land a long time ago.

The previous high priest was an ambitious man who, in order to salvage the waning faith, was determined to build a magnificent altar.

However, construction was halted halfway through due to war and economic downturn. The temple was already short of funds, so the project had to be stopped.

The current high priest, after taking office, had absolutely no intention of building such a fancy thing.

He felt that the current Qiguang Square was fine and there was no need to spend more money. Besides, when it comes to worshipping gods, sincerity is all that matters.

Wen Yubai marveled at how much the High Priest trusted him, willing to entrust this project to him without even restricting the budget.

It's a pity that this trust was destined to be betrayed.

He's determined to make a big splash.

Wen Yubai entered the small wooden house, and several priests greeted him.

He waved his hand, telling them to continue their work, and then found a chair to sit down and wait quietly for others.

He made an appointment with an architect.

He originally planned to design the prayer altar himself, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

First, he doesn't understand architecture.

Secondly, he did the design work without pay.

In that case, why not hire a professional? That way, we can legitimately make the temple spend more money.

Wen Yubai had also carefully considered who to invite.

Those outstanding architects cannot be hired; they are too famous. If they actually build a masterpiece that will be passed down through generations, the high priest can take advantage of it and sell tickets, which would make the temple a fortune.

So Wen Yubai took a different approach and found an architecture enthusiast in the Magic Association.

Not long after, the architects arrived, but there were two of them.

The one walking in front was the architecture enthusiast magician whom Wen Yubai had met before; he was thin and had a distinctive mustache.

Behind him was a particularly conspicuous stranger.

The man wore a robe that was predominantly black with a few white patterns. He had deep-set features and a somewhat aloof expression. His black hair was neatly combed back, revealing his smooth forehead.

He exudes a cool and mysterious artistic aura.

The architect with the small mustache quickly bowed and introduced himself:

"Your Holiness, this is my friend Eribos. His main profession is an artist, his side job is a magician, and his greatest hobby is studying architectural structures."

"He heard that I'm designing the prayer altar for the temple and hopes to join the project as my assistant and contribute his efforts. What do you think, Your Highness?"

"Sure, it's really too hard for you to do it all by yourself. Having a helper would be great."

Wen Yubai nodded without hesitation.

One more person means one more salary, so he had no reason to refuse.