Coming-of-age Ceremony on the Mongolian Grassland (Urban Life Adult Novel)

1. Assistant Uto

As a senior reporter of People's Daily, I received an order from my superiors during a work meeting to go to Inner Mongolia to investigate the customs and practices of the local ethnic groups. On the plane to Hohhot, I fell into deep thought. How to carry out investigation activities on this vast grassland is indeed a headache. Fortunately, the unique exotic scenery of the Mongolian grassland made me forget the troubles at work temporarily as soon as I got off the plane.

Blue sky and white clouds, green fields and red flowers, spotted sheep, the aroma of frankincense, thousands of miles of northern grasslands, and the vast Gobi Desert, this is the cradle of nomadic culture and the birthplace of Mongolian culture. This place is full of alluring charm, mysterious colors and ancient legends. From the Yinshan rock paintings to the Turkic stone men, from the hometown of dinosaurs to the Hongshan culture, from the Shangdu of the Yuan Dynasty to the mausoleum of Genghis Khan, from grassland sightseeing to hot springs, whether it is the milk tea in the yurt or the shepherd's singing, whether it is the contest on horseback or the melody of the horse-head fiddle, they are all experiences of nomadic life.

But these are all well-known Mongolian cultures. As the most influential news media in the country, repeatedly reporting on these old yellow pages that are familiar to the people may seem like a perfunctory act. This time the editor-in-chief’s requirement is to discover new materials, strange materials, and unknown mysterious materials! This is what bothers me the most. It is indeed not an easy task to explore the mysterious side of the Mongolian grassland. First of all, I am blind to Mongolia, and my understanding of Mongolian culture is limited to the short introduction in the Mongolian travel brochure. It seems that the first task is to find a capable local tour guide!

I received enthusiastic help from the Provincial Cultural Bureau. A Mongolian guy who looked very smart joined the mission. We got along very well from the moment we met. His name is Wutuo, a native Mongolian, 25 years old, who graduated from Inner Mongolia University, majoring in Mongolian culture. On the way back to the hotel, the young man told me confidently that this inspection activity would definitely bring unexpected gains. Seeing him so confident, I also smiled with satisfaction.

Due to the time limit of this mission, we decided to set off tomorrow, but where is the destination? What is the purpose of my interview? My mind went blank and I felt at a loss as to what to do.

Wuto was also puzzled: "You are such a big newspaper like People's Daily, you have visited Mongolia countless times, what else is worth visiting?"

At this moment, I thought of the editor-in-chief’s request: “Hey, isn’t it an order from above, saying that we need to find some new and interesting things? It’s really embarrassing.”

I looked up at Wuto. He was holding his bearded chin with his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

"How about you, do you have any good ideas?" I asked anxiously.

After a moment of silence, he spoke: "Well, I know a place where you might find what you want."

When I heard this, my eyes lit up, as if I had found a treasure. I excitedly held the young man's hands and said, "Brother, you have helped me a lot. Let's set off tomorrow!"

2. Mysterious ethnic group

During the conversation after dinner yesterday, I learned that the place we were going to was called Tucker Flag. 120 kilometers away from Baotou. Most of the people living there are Lari people (the Lari people are a branch of the Mongolian ethnic group, also known as the White Mongolians). The Lari people are small in number and do not like to communicate with the outside world. Therefore, few people know about their folk customs, and some even believe that they do not exist at all. I heard from Wutuo that the sacrificial activities of the Lari people are the most ancient and mysterious sacrificial activities of the Mongolian people. Because it is almost isolated from the outside world, the most complete and traditional sacrificial procedures have been preserved to this day. (Due to the progress of the times and culture, the Mongolian people have now eliminated some bad habits in their folk customs). It is now the time when the Mongols hold the fourth annual ceremony to commemorate Genghis Khan. This interview is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We got on the bus to Baotou. Although the journey was tiring, my interest in the Lari people grew stronger and stronger!

After a day's long journey, we finally arrived in Baotou, the second largest city in Inner Mongolia. To be honest, my only knowledge of Baotou is my special liking for Little Sheep Hotpot. I didn't expect that this city would be so beautiful under the sunshine of the plateau. When I walked out of the station, I saw a middle-aged woman with a graceful figure wearing Mongolian clothing waving to us enthusiastically. When I got closer, I found out that she was Wutuo's friend, named Nawa. Wutuo introduced that she is an authentic Lari woman, 45 years old, working in the Baotou Cultural Bureau. I shook her hand enthusiastically, my eyes full of curiosity and excitement! I didn't expect that the legendary and extremely mysterious Lari people could be seen so easily. During the conversation, I found that Nawa was a very hospitable Mongolian. It's a bit inconsistent with the Larry people who are said to like to live a secretive life. I expressed my doubts to her.

She said, "Maybe it's because I've lived in the city for too long. I feel like a Han Chinese more. Hahahaha..."

The hearty laughter immediately brought us closer. My fear of the Lari people eased a little. We stayed in the guesthouse of the Baotou Cultural Bureau. Although I was tired from the journey, I didn't feel like resting once I entered the house. Due to time constraints, the three of us must work out an inspection plan for Larry's trip as soon as possible and decide to set off tomorrow. During the meeting, Nawa gave me a brief introduction to Larry. She said that tomorrow is the third day of Genghis Khan's memorial service, the last day and also the most important day. Tomorrow will be the Lari people's annual coming-of-age ceremony, also known as the Chagan Suluk Festival. Every Lari boy who is fifteen years old or older must participate in the ceremony and become an "adult" on that day. What makes me even more delighted is that this ceremony is unique to the Lari people, and they still retain the complete sacrificial rituals. It contains many activities that are unimaginable in modern society. It's really desirable. But what the kid said next was like pouring a bucket of cold water on my head. My heart suddenly sank.

"But the Lari tribe does not allow outsiders to watch their coming-of-age ceremony."

"Ah... what should we do? We can't just go there in vain, right?" I asked helplessly.

"Haha...it's okay. I'll explain it to them and hope it will work." The kid seemed to have a plan in mind.

"Then I'll leave it to you." After saying this, I felt my mind was in a mess. I didn’t expect that this trip to Mongolia would be much more difficult than I imagined.

4. Turn danger into safety

I don’t know how long I slept, but it was already dark when I was woken up by the kid. "What's going on?" I asked sleepily.

"He agreed. I have to admit that you are very lucky. Father is very pleased that you came from afar to watch our memorial service!" The child smiled slightly.

"Haha... I'm not dreaming, am I? You're amazing! Thank you so much! When you're done, come to Beijing and I'll treat you! Haha..."

The kid asked me to go out for a walk, but I was still a little scared about what happened in the afternoon, so I just stuck my head out the door. Unexpectedly, I was deeply attracted by this lively nomadic life. Under the starry sky, piles of bonfires are burning fiercely. People were talking and singing around the bonfire. The melodious sound of the horse-head fiddle and the heroic singing of the Mongolian men made me truly feel the heat and passion of the Mongolian memorial activities.

Following Nawa's guidance, we came to the largest yurt in the center of the settlement. Nawa said it was like a large auditorium where the tribesmen held important events and meetings. When I got closer, I found that there were already many people waiting at the door. I was a little nervous and pulled the kid: "What's the situation? Is everything okay?"

The kid laughed, that hearty laugh again. "That's a welcome!"

Weird, it really scared me. Just then the elder came towards me and hugged me, which was unusual for him. I was so overwhelmed by this sudden action that I was afraid I might have done something wrong. Then the elder spoke and I understood the general meaning based on that kid's translation.

"Today, on this great day, we welcome an honorable guest. This is the first time that the Lari people have accepted outsiders to participate in our memorial ceremony. For so many years, our Lari people have been living in seclusion and have not been known to the world. It is a great pity. As your leader, I don't want to continue this situation. This distinguished guest is an excellent journalist. Today I invite this distinguished guest to join our ceremony. I believe that his arrival will definitely bring good luck to our children! It's time for us to be accepted into the big family of the nation!"

I felt much more relaxed after hearing this, and suddenly felt that I was carrying a sacred mission. Why. . . I didn't expect the Lari people to be so fickle in temperament. "Well... I'm very honored to come to the Lari tribe for an interview. Everything here feels so wonderful! I like it here very much, and I'm very grateful to everyone for giving me this rare opportunity!! Thank you!"

After a round of greetings, we walked into the yurt amid the enthusiastic cheers of the Lari people.

5. Unbelievable

As I walked into the yurt, a strong odor hit my nose (the smell of sheep). It feels warm inside, and the yurt is made of animal skins. The slightly reddish animal skin, illuminated by several oil lamps, fills the room with a mysterious atmosphere. The floor of the yurt is covered with sheepskin carpet, which is very soft to sit on. There were many tables placed in a circle on the carpet. There is a round wooden platform in the middle, which seems to be the place where the coming-of-age ceremony is held. At first glance, the decoration in the yurt was indeed a bit simple, but the various foods on the table caught my attention.

It seems that the Lari people like dairy products very much. The dairy products they produce are rich in variety and numerous in names. I heard the kid introduce to me that there are zhehe, milk skin, milk tofu, tarjig, cheese, sour mare's milk and milk wine. Apart from dairy products, what attracts me most is the roasted whole lamb, which is fragrant, crispy and has an excellent taste. It is really filling! The banquet was quite harmonious and lively, with people rushing to toast and offer blessings. Of course, I was no exception. After a few rounds, I was already feeling drunk. After having a good meal and a few drinks, the activities will get down to business. At this time the elder stood up.

"My fellow tribesmen, today is a great day, a sacred day for our children to become men. Our great ancestor Genghis Khan will always protect the children. His infinite power will help the children become true steppe goshawks!" The elder's voice was powerful and vicissitudes, shocking.

"How many boys are going to attend the coming-of-age ceremony today?" I asked curiously as I hadn't seen any children yet.

"My father said there were five of them. All fifteen years old," the kid said.

"Can you briefly introduce the process of the ceremony?" I was already impatient before the ceremony even started.

"Haha...it's better not to tell you yet. You will have a big discovery later?" the kid said mysteriously.

"Oh? I hope so." The kid's words made me think a lot.

It was at this point that the elder announced the start of the ceremony. All the tribesmen in the audience began to hum a song with a high-pitched melody. The atmosphere was solemn and dignified. I held my breath to suppress my excitement. Wu Tuo beside him seemed to be fine and was still chewing the lamb chops in his hand. I smiled happily when I saw his greasy face.

The door curtain of the yurt was opened, and five barefoot boys came in one after another. What surprised me was that the clothes they wore were different from those of the other people present. They were wearing long robes that looked like the pajamas that people in the city usually wore. Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, they came to the center of the carpet and faced the elders. At this time, several emcees with their faces covered with black gauze gave each boy a glass of goat milk wine. After the children had served their wine, the elder spoke.

"The grassland gave birth to you, the grassland made you grow, and the grassland is the stage for you to realize your ambitions. You and the great leader Genghis Khan are galloping on the same grassland, and the same blood flows in your body! Children, fulfill your mission like Genghis Khan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the five children raised their glasses and drank them all. At this moment, the door curtain of the yurt was opened again. At this time, five middle-aged women came in, also barefoot and wearing a large robe. Seeing this situation makes me very confused?

"Who are they?" I asked anxiously.

"They are all mothers of the children. They are also participants in this ceremony," said Nawa.

"Oh... I see. It looks like the ceremony was quite lively."

As soon as I finished speaking, something unexpected happened. Both the mother and the child took off their robes, revealing nothing underneath, completely naked. I was stunned by what was happening before my eyes.

"Oh my God! What are they doing?" I asked frantically.

"Don't be nervous. I told you that you would make a big discovery." The kid looked calm.

I looked at Uto beside me and he looked even more surprised than me.

6. Ceremony of Coming of Age

"They act as wild horses that have not been tamed." The girl said jokingly, "These children have the task of taming them tonight."

"What? Is this a joke?" I looked confused.

"This is not a joke. This is the memorial ceremony that our Lari tribe has passed down from years ago." The boy said seriously. "Let me make it clear to you. The son must be glued to his mother in order to complete the step towards adulthood."

Wuto and I were stunned and stood there speechless. At the same time, under the guidance of the host, the five naked mothers lined up and lay on the carpet in turn, with their snow-white buttocks raised high. The private parts between the legs are clearly visible to everyone. The boys were still standing while the emcee smeared a kind of paste on their penises. The girl said that this paste made of goat's milk could act as a lubricant.

A mother sitting near my table looked to be in her forties. Her figure was that of a typical Mongolian woman, with a voluptuous figure, fair skin, and a pair of plump breasts. Her expression seemed quite natural and she didn't seem shy at all. At this time she was calling her son. The smallest boy among the five children came over. The child looked very shy and childish, with a blush on his round face. I don't know if it's natural or if I'm just being shy. In stark contrast to his shy face, his lower body stood proudly, looking very imposing. The penis was covered with milky white sticky paste.

The boy came over and knelt behind his mother, holding her hips with both hands. Seeing this, Wu Tuo and I were so nervous that we didn't dare to breathe. This kind of scene is unimaginable in modern society. The kid seemed to see what I was thinking.

"What's wrong? Are you having a hard time accepting this?"

"Well... I'm sorry, this is the first time I've seen such a scene."

"It's okay. I understand. This may be wrong in your country, but it is sacred and noble in Larry."

Holy and noble. This sentence still echoes in my mind and cannot be erased.

Until all five boys were ready. The elder stood up and said: "The moment when children will become adults is coming soon. Go and conquer the grassland like a hero!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the high-pitched singing voice sounded again. Under the guidance of their mother, the children carefully inserted their not yet fully mature penises into their mother's bodies. My heart almost stopped when I saw this moment. With the sexual organs completely connected, the son began to thrust slowly. The sticky penis made a clear sound as it rubbed against the mother's body. It was an indescribable sound that continued rhythmically in the high-pitched singing.

7. Exchange of Souls

A serious question suddenly occurred to me: Will these children complete SHE sperm inside their mother’s body? Judging from the signs just now, it seems that neither the mother nor the child has taken any measures to avoid YUN. When I told the girl this question, she laughed as soon as she heard it.

"Measures to avoid Yun have already been implemented. Before the ceremony, the mother must eat our ancestral herbs, which have a very strong ability to prevent dizziness. We have been using this method for thousands of years."

I was greatly surprised to hear this. I didn't expect that this small Larri tribe had such abilities. It's amazing.

The boy went on to say, "A boy must complete his ejaculation inside his mother's body without leaving a single drop. Because in the eyes of the Lari people, semen represents the soul, the essence of the male body. A boy does not have a soul when he is born. It is the soul given to him by his mother. During the coming-of-age ceremony, the boy ejaculates the first golden liquid of his body into his mother's body, which indicates that he has returned the soul given to him by his mother to his mother." The boy said seriously. "This is also a way to repay my mother for her kindness in raising me for fifteen years, to return my soul to the child so that I can truly become a man and start an independent life."

"Please continue." I was listening intently.

"The Lari people also believe that gluing can not only exchange souls but also pass on survival experience. When a child is born, he takes away the soul given by the mother and the survival experience given by the mother. Before the adulthood ceremony, the child's previous survival experience can no longer help them in their future life, so they need to enter the mother's body again to absorb the mother's rich survival experience. From then on, until the child gets married, he will have sex with his mother every birthday. This is also an important step for the child to become an adult."

I looked at the mother and son in front of me who were still continuing their so-called sacred sex. What a harmonious picture! There is no sexual immorality or evil thoughts, only a sacred union based on the highest spiritual world. The boy's bronze skin and his mother's snow-white body slowly faded before my eyes and merged completely together. The mother's body, with a peaceful expression, swayed back and forth under the impact of her son, and her striking pair of breasts swayed constantly. The boy looked very serious, his expression calm and not affected by the pleasure at all. He really looks like a Mongolian man whipping his horse.

"Why do you have to adopt this posture?" I saw the mother asking the child in confusion with her hips raised high.

"First of all, the meaning of this posture is to express conquest. As mentioned before, the mother plays the role of an untamed wild horse. Boys must first conquer the wild horse before they have the courage to conquer the grassland. And men must first conquer women before they have the courage to conquer the world. The Lari people believe that mothers are the best of all women. Children riding on their mothers and ejaculating into their mothers' bodies is the best proof of their complete conquest of their mothers." The kid answered patiently.

At this time, I saw the boy in front of me speed up his thrusting. He's about to make waves. The sticky paste previously applied to the penis had turned into liquid due to repeated friction, and the unusually clear friction sound gradually disappeared. The boy hugged his mother's snow-white buttocks and began to moan loudly. After finishing the last thrust, he pushed his hips forward and began to twitch rhythmically. It looked like he was ejaculating inside his mother.

After the climax the boy leaned over his mother, panting. Sex consumed too much of the boy's energy. At this time, the mother turned around, smiled and whispered something to him. Next to them there were two kids still moving and it looked like they would finish their intercourse soon. At this time, the master of ceremonies calls on the child to leave the mother's body after the intercourse. The boy carefully pulled out his limp penis. At this time, the mothers did not get up and continued to maintain their original posture. Several emcees were wiping their genitals with hot towels.

"Why can't they get up yet?" I asked the kid.

"You can't get up now, because semen is your son's soul. In order to prevent the semen from leaving the body and to better absorb the children's semen, you must maintain this posture for a while." The baby said with a smile.

At the same time, the atmosphere on the scene did not become depressed due to the end of the group sex. On the contrary, people began to sing more happily. The emcees brought another sumptuous meal. After the mothers left, several Larry girls walked onto the carpet where the mothers and children had previously had intercourse and began to dance happily. The atmosphere in the venue reached a climax again.

"The ceremony ended successfully and everyone was happy with the children's performance." said the girl with a smile.

Wuto and I were also infected by the atmosphere and started dancing with them.