When "Manifesting Divinity Before Others" Met a Show-Off

"Master, we're going to Hanhai?"

That day, Little Meng suddenly heard his master, Xuan Ci, tell him that the three master and disciples would be heading to the Hanhai Desert to question Vajra Temple in the Western Regions about a spy stealing scriptures.

Ever since transmigrating into this world, he had been cooped up in Shaolin, dealing with a bunch of bald monks every day. Little Meng had long since grown sick of it.

If he had not occasionally been able to visit the "Reincarnation World," Little Meng figured he would have gone mad long ago.

"We leave tomorrow. By the Abbot's order, the three of us will head to Vajra Temple in the Western Regions to question them regarding the spy's theft of the scriptures. Make your preparations!"

Little Meng's master, Master Xuan Ci, was the maternal uncle of Su Ziyuan, the "Second Young Master of Divine Capital Su Manor," whose body Little Meng now occupied.

If not for that blood relation, with Little Meng's transmigrator habit of occasional "brain glitches," in a place like Shaolin Temple where being dull and reserved was prized, someone as lively as him would probably have spent his entire life as a menial servant, tempering his character.

How could he possibly have had the chance to become a martial monk and be accepted by Master Xuan Ci as a true disciple?

"Senior Brother, when we go to Hanhai this time, will we encounter those fortuitous adventures from the jianghu legends you told us about?"

Zhen Hui, his junior brother who seemed foolish but was actually wise, had a simple and innocent heart. Yet over the years, he had also been thoroughly led astray by Little Meng's countless stories about leaping off cliffs and finding fortuitous encounters.

"Senior Brother, a few days ago, when