Among all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, there is one who is famous as the laughing stock of the Three Realms.

According to legend, eight hundred years ago, there was an ancient country in the Central Plains called Xianle Kingdom.

Xianle Ancient Country is vast and rich in resources, and its people are harmonious and happy. The country has four treasures: beautiful women, colorful music, gold and jewelry. And a famous prince.

How should I put it, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a remarkable man.

The king and queen treated him as the apple of their eye and doted on him. They often said proudly, "My son will become a wise ruler in the future and his reputation will last forever."

However, the prince had absolutely no interest in worldly royal power and wealth.

What he was interested in, as he often said to himself, was -

"I want to save the world!"

When the prince was young, he devoted himself to spiritual practice. During his practice, there are two widely circulated stories.

The first story happened when he was seventeen years old.

That year, Xianle Kingdom held a grand Lantern Festival.

Although this traditional religious ceremony has been abandoned for hundreds of years, we can still imagine what a grand event it was that was celebrated throughout the world from the remaining ancient books and oral accounts of our ancestors.

Lantern Festival, Shenwu Street.

There were huge crowds of people on both sides of the street. The nobles were chatting and laughing on the high buildings; the royal warriors were marching in armor; the girls were dancing, their snow-white hands sprinkled a rain of flowers all over the sky, and it was unclear which was more beautiful, the people or the flowers; the melodious music came from the golden carriage, floating over the entire imperial city. At the end of the guard of honor, sixteen white horses with golden bridles were pulling a Huatai in parallel.

On this high platform is the Yueshen warrior who is the focus of everyone's attention.

During the Heavenly Sacrifice Tour, the God-pleasing Warrior will wear a golden mask, dress in gorgeous clothes, hold a sword, and play the role of the first martial god of the millennium who subdues demons and monsters - the Godly Emperor Junwu.

Once selected as a Yueshen warrior, it is the highest honor, so the selection criteria are extremely strict. The one who was selected this year was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The whole country believed that he would definitely complete the most exciting Yueshen martial arts in history.

However, that day, an accident happened.

When the guard of honor made its third circle around the city, they passed a city wall that was more than ten feet high.

At that time, the God of War on Huatai was about to kill the demon with one sword.

This was the most exciting scene. Both sides of the street were boiling, and the city walls were surging. People were rushing to look out, struggling, and pushing.

At this time, a child fell from the city wall.

Screams were heard everywhere. Just when people thought that the child was about to be splattered with blood all over Shenwu Street, the prince raised his head slightly, leaped up, and caught him.

People only had time to see a bird-like white shadow flying up into the sky before the prince landed safely with the child in his arms. The golden mask fell off, revealing the young and handsome face behind the mask.

The next moment, everyone cheered.

The common people were delighted, but the imperial masters of the royal temple had a headache.

I never expected such a big mistake to happen.

It’s ominous, so ominous!

Every circle of the Huatai parade around the imperial city symbolizes a year's prayer for peace and prosperity for the country. Now that it is interrupted, won't it bring disaster?

The imperial masters were so worried that they thought about it and invited the crown prince to come and asked him to face the wall for a month to show his repentance. He didn't have to face the wall for real, just a gesture would be enough.

The prince smiled and said, "No."

He said: "Saving people is not a bad thing. How can God punish me for doing the right thing?"

Uh...what if God punishes me?

"Then God is wrong. Why should the right one apologize to the wrong one?"

The imperial masters were speechless.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is such a person.

He has never met anything he couldn't do, and he has never met anyone who didn't love him. He is the righteousness of the world, and he is the center of the world.

Therefore, although the imperial masters were in great pain, they said, “You know nothing!”

But I can't say more, and I don't dare to say more. His Highness won't listen anyway.

The second story also happened when the prince was seventeen years old.

Legend has it that there is a bridge called Yinian Bridge in the south of the Yellow River, and a ghost has been wandering on this bridge for many years.

This ghost is very scary: wearing broken armor, stepping on hellfire, covered in blood and sharp arrows, every step it takes leaves a trail of blood and fire behind it. Every few years, it suddenly appears at night, wandering on the bridge, stopping passers-by and asking three questions: "Where are you?" "Who am I?" "What can I do?"

If you answer incorrectly, you will be swallowed by the ghost. However, no one knows what the correct answer is, so over the years, this ghost has swallowed countless pedestrians.

The prince heard about this while traveling, and found the Yinian Bridge. He guarded the bridge every night. Finally, one night he encountered the haunting ghost.

The ghost appeared, and it was as eerie and terrifying as the rumors said. It asked the prince its first question, and the prince smiled and replied, "This world."

But the ghost said, "There is no room here."

Good luck on the opening, the first question was answered incorrectly.

The prince thought, I'm going to get all three questions wrong anyway, so why wait for you to finish? So he drew his weapons and started fighting.

The battle was so intense that the sky and the earth were dark. The prince was a skilled warrior, and the ghost was even more fearsome and brave. The man and the ghost fought on the bridge for so long that the sun and the moon turned over. In the end, the ghost was finally defeated.

After the ghost disappeared, the prince planted a flower tree at the bridgehead. At this time, a Taoist priest passed by and saw him spreading a piece of yellow soil to bid farewell to it. He asked, "What are you doing?"

The prince then said the famous eight words: "My body is in hell, but my heart is in paradise."

After hearing this, the Taoist smiled and transformed into a divine general in white armor, stepping on auspicious clouds, holding the wind, and riding the light of the sky. The prince then realized that he had happened to meet the great emperor who had come down to earth to subdue demons and monsters.

The gods and immortals noticed this outstanding warrior when he jumped during the Lantern Festival. After seeing him at the Yi Nian Bridge, an immortal asked the Emperor, "What do you think of this prince?"

The Emperor also replied with eight words: "This child's future is limitless."

That night, there was a strange phenomenon above the palace, and there was heavy wind and rain.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascended to heaven.

Whenever someone ascended to heaven, the heavens would tremble. When this prince ascended to heaven, the whole heavens trembled three times.

It is so difficult to achieve success.

It takes talent, practice, and opportunity. The birth of a god often takes hundreds of years.

There are some gifted people who ascend to heaven at a young age; there are also many who spend their entire lives and practice hard for hundreds of years but still cannot expect a heavenly tribulation; even if they wait for the heavenly tribulation, they will die if they cannot pass it, and if they don't die they will be useless; there are also countless ignorant mortals who live a mediocre life and cannot find their own way.

This prince was undoubtedly the favorite of heaven. There was nothing he could not get, nothing he could not do, and he wanted to become a god, and he really did become a god at the age of seventeen.

He was originally the people's favorite, and the king and queen missed their beloved son, so they ordered the construction of palaces, temples, caves and statues for him in various places, and the people worshipped him. The more believers there were, the more temples there were, and the longer his life span was, the stronger his magic power was. As a result, the Prince's Hall of Xianle Palace became unparalleled in just a few years, and it reached its peak.

——Until three years later, Xianle was in chaos.

The cause of the chaos was the tyranny of the ruler and the uprising of the rebels. However, although the world was already in flames, the priests in heaven could not intervene at will. Unless it was demons and monsters that crossed the border and invaded, it would be left to fate. Imagine that there were disputes everywhere in the world, and everyone thought they were right. If everyone intervened, today you would support your homeland, and tomorrow he would help his descendants to avenge themselves, wouldn't it be like the gods fighting at every turn, and the sun and the moon would be dark? In the case of His Royal Highness, it is even more necessary to avoid suspicion.

But he didn't care. He said to the emperor: "I want to save the people."

The Emperor, who has possessed divine power for a thousand years, still dares not say these words all the time. One can imagine how he felt when he heard him say this. But he couldn't do anything about it, so he said, "You can't save everyone."

The prince said, "I can."

So, he went down to the earth without hesitation.

The people of Xianle naturally celebrated throughout the country. However, folk tales from ancient times to the present have long tried their best to explain a truth to people: if the gods come to the human world without permission, there will definitely be no good results.

As a result, the war not only did not subside, but burned even more fiercely.

It's not that His Royal Highness didn't try hard, but he might as well not have tried. The harder he tried, the worse the battle became. The Xianle people were beaten to a pulp, with heavy casualties. Finally, a plague swept the entire imperial city, the rebels broke into the palace, and the war ended.

If Xianle was still struggling to survive, then His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would have killed it directly.

After the country was destroyed, people finally suddenly discovered one thing:

It turned out that the prince whom they worshipped as a god was not as perfect and powerful as they had imagined.

To put it bluntly, isn't he just a useless person who is always causing trouble instead of doing anything good? !

With no place to vent the pain of losing their homes and families, the wounded people angrily rushed into the Prince's Palace, toppled the statues and burned down the temple.

Eight thousand palaces and temples were burned for seven days and seven nights, and were completely burned to ashes.

From then on, a war god who protected peace disappeared, and a plague god who brought disaster was born.

If people say you are God, you are God. If they say you are shit, you are shit. If they say you are something, you are something. That is how it is.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could not accept this fact no matter what. What he could not accept even more was the punishment he was going to receive: exile.

Seal the magic power and send him down to the mortal world.

He had grown up in the care of thousands of people and had never suffered from the sufferings of the world. However, this punishment made him fall from the clouds to the muddy ground. In this muddy ground, he experienced hunger, poverty, and filth for the first time. It was also the first time that he did things he had never thought he would do in his life: stealing, robbing, cursing, and self-destruction. He lost all his face and self-esteem. It was as ugly as it could be. Even the most loyal servants could not accept his change and chose to leave.

These eight words, "The body is in hell, but the heart is in paradise", are engraved everywhere on various stone tablets and plaques in Xianle. If they had not been almost all burned down after the war, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would probably be the first one to rush up and smash them if he saw them again.

The person who said this has personally proved that when he himself is in hell, he cannot feel at peace.

He ascended to the sky quickly, but fell to the ground even faster. A glimpse of the divine martial arts, a thought bridge, encountering demons and immortals. It seemed like it was just yesterday. But the heavens sighed for a while, and it was over.

Until many years later, one day, there was a loud noise in the sky. The Crown Prince ascended for the second time.

Throughout history, the priests who were demoted either never recovered or fell into the ghost world. Few of them could ever make a comeback after being demoted. The second ascension was well deserved and grand.

What was even more spectacular was that after he ascended, he rushed all the way to the heavens, punching and kicking, killing everyone. So, he only ascended for one stick of incense before being beaten down again.

One stick of incense. It can be said to be the fastest and shortest ascension in history.

If the first ascension was a beautiful story, the second ascension was a farce.

After two times, the heavens were full of disdain for this prince. Besides disdain, there was also a bit of vigilance. After all, if he was demoted once, he would be in danger. If he was demoted twice, wouldn't his inner demons rise up and take revenge on the people?

Unexpectedly, after being demoted this time, he did not become possessed by evil spirits, and he adapted to the life of exile quite honestly. There was nothing wrong with him, the only problem was... he was too serious.

Sometimes, he performed on the streets, playing all kinds of instruments and singing, and even breaking stones with his chest was no problem. Although I had heard that this prince was good at singing and dancing and had many talents, I actually saw it in this way, which was really complicated. Sometimes, he was diligent in collecting rags.

The gods and immortals in heaven were shocked.

Things have come to this point, it is unbelievable. So much so that if you say to someone nowadays, "You will give birth to a son who will be the Prince of Xianle", it is much more vicious than scolding the other person that he will have no descendants.

After all, he was once a prince of a rich family and a high-ranking priest. To end up like this is unheard of. This is what the so-called laughing stock of the three realms means.

After laughing, some sentimental people may even sigh: The proud son of heaven who was once high and mighty has really disappeared completely.

The statue collapsed, the country was destroyed, no believers were left, and he was gradually forgotten by the world. So no one knew where he wandered to.

Being demoted once is a great disgrace. Being demoted twice makes it impossible for anyone to get back on his feet.

Many years passed, and suddenly one day, there was another loud noise in the sky.

The sky collapsed and the earth shook.

The eternal lamps trembled, the flames danced wildly, and the priests all woke up from their golden palaces, running around asking each other: Which new noble has ascended to heaven? It was really a big scene!

Who would have thought that just as he was sighing “it’s incredible”, the next thing he saw was that all the gods and Buddhas in the sky had been struck down.

Are you done yet!

That famous weirdo, the laughing stock of the Three Realms, the legendary Crown Prince, he he he he - he fucking ascended to heaven again!