As a senior reporter of the People’s Daily, I received an order from my superiors to go to Inner Mongolia to study the customs of the local ethnic groups during a work meeting. On the plane to Hohhot, I was in deep thought, how to start the investigation activities in this vast prairie is indeed a headache. Fortunately, once the plane Mongolia grasslands unique exotic flavor let me temporarily forget the work of the trouble.
Blue sky and white clouds, blue field and red flowers, flocks of sheep, frankincense, thousands of miles of northern grassland, the vastness of the Gobi Desert, which is the cradle of nomadic culture, the birthplace of Mongolian culture. This place is full of attractive charms, mysterious colors and ancient legends. From Yinshan petroglyphs to Turkic stone men, from the home of dinosaurs to the Red Mountain culture, from the capital of the Yuan Dynasty to the mausoleum of Genghis Khan, from grassland sightseeing to hot water hot springs, whether it is milk tea in the Mongolian yurt or the song of the shepherds, whether it is the competition on horseback or the melody of the horse-head qin, are all the nomadic life experience.
However, these are the familiar Mongolian culture. As the most influential news media in the country, it would be a pity to report these old yellow pages, which are familiar to the people, over and over again. This time, the editor-in-chief’s request was to find new materials, strange materials, and mysterious materials that are not known to the public! This is exactly what gave me the biggest headache. How to explore the mysterious side of the Mongolian steppe is really not an easy thing, first of all, I am a Mongolian illiterate, the understanding of Mongolian culture is only stuck in the Mongolia travel brochure that small paragraph on the introduction. It seems that the first task is to find a competent local guide!
I received enthusiastic help at the provincial cultural office. A very smart-looking Mongolian guy joined the mission. From the moment we met, we talked quite a lot. His name is Uto, a native Mongolian, 25 years old this year, graduated from Inner Mongolia University, specializing in Mongolian culture. On the way back to the hotel, the young man told me with a confident face, this study tour will have an unexpected harvest. Seeing him so confident I also showed a smile of satisfaction.
Due to the time constraints of this assignment we have decided that we have to leave tomorrow, but where is the destination of the activity? What is the target of my interview? My mind went blank and I was at a loss.
Uto also wondered, “You’re such a big People’s Daily, Mongolia has been visited I don’t know how many times, what else is worth visiting?”
At this point I thought of the editor-in-chief’s request, “Hey, it’s not the orders from the top, saying something about discovering some novelty. It makes it difficult.”
I looked up at Uto, who was resting his hand on that bearded chin as if he was thinking about something.
“Why do you have any good ideas?” I asked eagerly.
After a few moments of silence he spoke, “Well, I know a place that might have something you want.”
Hearing this my eyes lit up as if I had been given a treasure. I excitedly shook the lad’s hands, “Brother you’ve done me a big favor, let’s leave tomorrow!”
(ii) Mystic peoples
During a nice chat after dinner yesterday, I learned that the place we are going to is called Tarkqi. It is 120 kilometers away from Baotou. Most of the people living there are Lali (Lali is a branch of the Mongolian people, also known as the White Mongols). The Lali are few in number and do not like to communicate with the outside world. Therefore, few people know about their folklore, and some even think they don’t exist. According to Uto, the rituals of the Lali are the oldest and most mysterious rituals of the Mongols. Since they are almost isolated from the outside world, they still keep the most complete and traditional ritual program. (Due to the progress of time and culture, some of the bad habits of Mongolian folklore have been removed). It is the time of the year when the Mongolian people pay tribute to Genghis Khan four times a year. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for this interview. We got on the bus to Baotou, although the journey was hard, but my interest in the Lali tribe was getting stronger and stronger!
After a day of long-distance traveling we finally arrived in Baotou, the second largest city in Inner Mongolia. I’m ashamed to say that my knowledge of Baotou is only a love affair with Little Sheep Hot Pot. I didn’t realize that the city was so beautiful under the sunlight of the plateau. Out of the station door when I saw a Mongolian clothing wearing the body of a charming middle-aged woman in a warm wave to us. When I approached her, I realized that she was a friend of Uto’s, named Nava. Listening to Uto introduced her as an authentic Lali woman, 45 years old this year, working in the Baotou Culture Bureau. I enthusiastically shook hands with her, eyes full of curiosity and excitement! I did not expect the legend of the exceptionally mysterious Lali people can be so easy to see. In the conversation I found that Nava is a very warm and hospitable Mongolian. It was a bit out of character with the legendary Lali people who like to live in seclusion. I expressed my doubts to her.
She said, “Maybe it’s because I’ve been living in the city for too long and feel more like a Han Chinese. Hahahahaha.”
A hearty laugh instantly closed the distance between us. My fear of the Lali people was slightly eased. We stayed in the guest house of the Baotou Culture Bureau. Although we were tired from the trip, we did not have the heart to rest once we entered the house. Because of the time constraints, the three of us had to make a plan for this trip to Lali as soon as possible and decided to leave tomorrow. During the meeting, Nawa briefed me about the situation in Lali. She said tomorrow is the third day of Genghis Khan’s sacrifice, is the last day of the sacrifice is also the most important day. Tomorrow will be the annual Lali adult ceremony, also known as the Chagan Suluk Festival, each full fifteen-year-old Lali teenagers are to participate in the ceremony on that day to “adult”. What makes me even more happy is that this ceremony is unique to the Lali tribe, and they still retain the complete rituals of the ceremony. There are many activities that are unimaginable in the modern world. It was really fascinating. But the next words of Na Wa were like pouring a pot of cold water on my head. My heart was suddenly half-cold.
“But the Lari don’t allow outsiders to watch their coming-of-age ceremonies.”
“Ah. What then? That can’t be a wasted trip, can it?” I asked with a helpless face.
“Huh… It’s okay I’ll explain to them and hopefully it’ll work out.” Nawa seemed to have a plan in mind.
“Then please.” After the words were said and done it felt like my brain was a mess. I didn’t realize that this trip to Mongolia would be much more difficult than expected.
(iv) Turning danger into success
I don’t know how long I slept it was already dark when I was woken up by Nava. “What’s the situation?” I asked sleepily.
“He agreed, and I have to admit you are very lucky. Father was pleased that you traveled so far to watch our sacrifice!” Nava smiled weakly.
“Huh… I’m not dreaming, am I? It’s really you! Thank you so much! When it’s done, come to Beijing, I’ll be my guest! Ha ha.”
Nava told me to take a walk, but I was still a bit scared about the afternoon’s experience, so I just poked my head out the door. I didn’t expect to be captivated by the lively nomadic life at once. Under the starry sky, a pile of bonfires were burning enthusiastically. People were talking and singing around the bonfire, and the melodious sound of the horse-head fiddle and the heroic singing of the Mongolian men made me really feel the heat and passion of the Mongolian festival.
With the guidance of Nava, we came to the biggest yurt in the center of the settlement. Nawa said it was like a big hall where the clan held major events and meetings. As we approached, we realized that there were already a lot of people waiting at the door, and I was a bit nervous when I tugged on Nawa: “What’s the situation, is it okay?”
The waif laughed, that bright laugh again. “That’s a welcome!”
Weird, it really startled me. Just then the elder came up to me and uncharacteristically hugged me. I was overwhelmed for a moment by the suddenness of the gesture, afraid of doing something wrong. Then the elder spoke the approximate meaning I understood based on Nava’s translation.
“Today, on this great day we welcome our honored guest, this is an unprecedented admission of outsiders by the Larry clan to join us in our ceremonies, our Larry clan has been living in isolation and seclusion for so many years, and has so far been unknown to the world. It cannot be said that it is a great pity, as your leader I am unwilling to continue in such a situation, this honored guest is exactly an excellent journalist, today I invite this honored guest to join our ceremony. I am sure that his presence will bring good luck to our children in Chagan Suruk! Clansmen it is time for us to accommodate into the family of nations!”
Hearing this relaxed the mood a lot, suddenly feel that I carry a sacred mission. Hey…I didn’t realize that the Lari people were so fickle. I didn’t realize that the Lari’s temperament was so fickle. “This… It’s a great honor to come to the Lari for an interview, everything here feels so beautiful! I love it here and I’m grateful to all of you for giving me this rare opportunity! Thank you!”
After a few pleasantries we entered the yurt to the enthusiastic cheers of the Lari people.
(v) Unbelievable
Walking into the yurt there was a strong odor coming from the nose (goat smell). Inside, the yurt was warm and made of animal skins. The reddish color of the skins, illuminated by a few oil lamps, gives the room a mysterious atmosphere. The floor of the yurt was carpeted with sheepskin, which was very soft to sit on. Many tables were placed on the carpet to form a circle. In the center, a round wooden table was placed, which seemed to be the place for the coming-of-age ceremony. The decoration of the yurt was a bit simple, but the various foodstuffs placed on the tables locked my eyes.
It seems that the Lali people love dairy products, the production of dairy food is rich in variety, a variety of names, listening to the wa introduced to me Zhe Hey, milk skin, milk tofu, tazhig, cheese, sour horse milk and milk wine. In addition to dairy products, the most appealing to me is the roasted whole sheep, thick and crispy flavor is excellent, really a big mouthful! The party was quite cordial and lively, with people competing for toasts and blessings. Of course, I was no exception. After a few rounds, I was already floating. After a few rounds, I was already in a drunken stupor, and the event was about to get down to business. At this point, the elders stood up.
“Clansmen, today is a great day, a sacred day for our children to become men, and our great ancestor Genghis Khan will protect the children forever, and his infinite power will help them become true steppe eagles!” The elders’ voices were powerful and vicissitudes that shook the heart.
“How many boys are going to the Bar Mitzvah today?” I asked in wonderment since I hadn’t seen the kids yet.
“I heard father say it was five, I think. All fifteen.” The waif said.
“Can you briefly describe the ceremony?” I was already impatient before the ceremony began.
“Huh… Better not tell you yet. You’ll make a big discovery later?” Na wa said mysteriously.
“Oh? I hope so.” Nava’s words floored me.
Just then the elders announced the beginning of the ceremony. The entire clan began humming a song with a high tune, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn. I held my breath to suppress my excitement. Uto beside me was chewing the lamb chop in his hand like nobody’s business. I smiled happily at his greasy face.
The curtains of the yurt were opened, and five barefooted boys came in one after another. What I found strange was that they were dressed differently from the rest of the people in the room, in large robes that resembled the pajamas usually worn by people in the city. They were guided by the master of ceremonies to the center of the carpet and faced the elders. At this point the masters of ceremonies, who were masked with black gauze, presented each boy with a cup of goat’s milk wine. After the boys had served the wine, the elders spoke.
“The grassland has nurtured you, the grassland makes you grow, the grassland is the stage for you to show your ambition, you and the great leader Genghis Khan ride on the same grassland, the same blood flows in your body! Children like Genghis Khan to fulfill your mission!”
As soon as the words were out of their mouths, the five children raised their glasses and drank. Just then the curtains of the yurt were opened again. At this time came in five seemingly middle-aged women, also barefoot and wearing a big robe. Seeing this situation made me very puzzled?
“Who are they?” I asked eagerly.
“They are all mothers of children. And participants in this ceremony.” Nava said.
“Oh. So that’s it. Looks like the ceremony was lively enough.”
Just as I finished my words, an unexpected thing happened. Both the mother and the child removed the large robes they were wearing, and surprisingly there was nothing inside, not a stitch of clothing. I was stunned by what was happening in front of me.
“Geez! What are they doing?” I asked, madly.
“Don’t be nervous I told you you’d make a big discovery.” Nava looked calm.
I looked at Uto beside me he looked more surprised than I was.
(vi) Rites of passage
“They play untamed wild horses.” Nava said flirtatiously, “These children are on a mission to tame them tonight.”
“What? Is it a joke?” I was at a loss.
“It’s no joke, this is exactly the kind of ritual that has been passed down from our Lari clan a few years ago.” Na’wa said in a serious voice. “To pick it apart for you, that is, the son must glue himself to his mother thus completing the step towards manhood.”
Uto and I were dumbfounded by what we were hearing, unable to say half a word with our faces in full view. At the same time, the five naked mothers in front of us were lined up on the carpet under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, with their snow-white buttocks high in the air. The private parts between their legs were visible for all to see. Boys are still standing by the master of ceremonies in their JJ applied a kind of sticky paste, listening to Nava said that this kind of goat’s milk made of sticky paste can play a role in lubrication.
One of the mothers at the table near me looked to be in her forties, a typical Mongolian woman with a voluptuous body, fair skin and a pair of full breasts. The expression on her face seemed quite natural and there was no sense of shyness. She was summoning her son. The smallest of the five children, a boy came over, the child looks very shy, a childish look, round face with a blush. I don’t know if it was a natural formation or just a bit shy. With his shy face is very different is his lower body but proudly towering, a look of imposing. jj coated with creamy white sticky cream.
The boy came over and knelt behind his mother, holding her hips with both hands. Uto and I were too nervous to breathe at the sight of this. This kind of scene is unimaginable in modern society. The waif seemed to read my mind.
“What’s wrong? Isn’t it a bit much to take in.”
“This. Sorry this kind of scene is indeed the first time I’ve seen it.”
“It’s okay, I can understand that. This kind of thing may be wrong with you guys but it’s holy and noble with Larry.”
Sacred and noble. These words still echo in my mind for a long time now.
Until all five boys were ready. The elder stood up, “The moment of the children’s journey towards manhood is coming soon, go and conquer the steppe like a hero!”
As soon as the words were spoken the high pitched song started again. Under the mother’s guidance the children carefully inserted their not yet fully matured JJ into RU’s mother. My heart stopped at the sight of this moment. With the sex organs fully joined, the son began a slow pumping. The pussy JJ with sticky cream made a clear sound as it rubbed inside the mother, it was an ineffable sound sustained rhythmically in a high pitched song.
(vii) Exchange of souls
A serious question suddenly occurred to me, could these children have completed SHE sperm inside their mother’s body? From the signs just now it seemed that both mother and child had not taken any YUN avoidance measures. When I told Nava about this doubt, she laughed upon hearing it.
“YUN avoidance measures have long been practiced, and mothers are required to consume our ancestral herbs before the ceremony, which have very strong dizziness-avoidance abilities. We have been following this method for thousands of years.”
I was amazed to hear this, I didn’t realize that this little Larry clan had such skills, marvelous.
Nava went on to say, “The male child must complete the SHE sperm in the mother’s body and not miss a single drop. This is because in the view of the Lari the sperm YE represents the soul, the essence of the male body. A boy is born without a soul; it is the mother who gives him his soul. The boy ejaculates the first golden fluid of his boyhood into his mother during the rite of manhood, which shows that he has returned to his mother the soul she gave him.” Nava spoke earnestly. “It is also an accounting to the mother for her fifteen years of nurturing, handing back the soul of a child thus truly becoming a man to begin to embark on an independent life.”
“Please continue.” I listened intently.
“The Lari also believe that gluing not only exchanges souls but also passes on survival experiences. When a child is born it takes with it the soul given to it by the mother and also the survival experience given to it by the mother. Before the rite of passage, the child’s previous survival experience is no longer enough to help them in their future life, so they need to re-enter their mother’s body to draw on her wealth of survival experience. From now on until the child’s marriage every year on his/her birthday he/she has to have a XINGJIAO with his/her mother. this is also an important step for the child towards adulthood.”
I looked at the mother and son in front of me is still continuing the so-called sacred XINGJIAO. a good picture of peace and harmony, no meat yog no evil thoughts only to establish in the supreme spiritual world of divine intercourse. The young man’s bronze skin and the mother’s snow-white flesh body in front of my eyes slowly vaporized and completely fused together. My mother’s body was swaying back and forth under my son’s impact, and her breasts were swaying. The boy looked very serious, his expression calm and unaffected by the pleasure. He looked like a Mongolian warrior with a whip and a horse.
“Why this position?” I asked Nava in disbelief as I saw my mother with her hips raised high.
“First of all the point of this pose is to show conquest. As I said before the mother is playing the role of a wild horse that is hard to tame. The boy must conquer the wild horse before he has the courage to conquer the steppe. And a man must conquer a woman before he can conquer the world. In Lari, the mother is considered the best of all women. Children riding on their mothers and completing their color sperm into their mothers is the best proof of their complete conquest of their mothers.” Nava answered patiently.
That’s when I saw the boy in front of me speed up his pumping. He was about to have an orgasm. The sticky cream that had been applied to his dick earlier had turned to liquid under the repeated rubbing, and the unusually clear rubbing sound was fading. The boy began to moan loudly as he hugged his mother’s snow-white ass, and began to twitch rhythmically as his hips thrust forward hard after finishing the final pump. It appeared that he was coloring sperm into his mother.
After his orgasm the boy bent over his mother gasping for breath. The type of intercourse had consumed too much of the teenager’s energy. The mother turned her head and smiled as she murmured something to him. Next to them two other children continued to move and it looked as if the coupling would soon be over. At this point the MC called for the children to leave the mother’s body. The boy carefully withdrew his limp dick, but the mothers did not get up and remained in the same position. A couple of ushers were wiping their bottoms with hot towels.
“Why can’t they get up yet?” I asked Nava.
“You can’t get up yet because semen is the soul of your son. It is necessary to stay in this position for a while in order to not let the semen stay out of the body while absorbing the children’s semen better.” Naiva said with a smile.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere was not lowered by the end of the group sex, on the contrary, people began to sing more cheerfully. The masters of ceremonies brought more sumptuous food. After the departure of the mothers, some of the Larry girls went out on the carpet where the mother and child had been mingling and danced joyfully. The atmosphere was once again at a high point.
“The ceremony went off without a hitch, and everyone is just so happy for the kids.” Nava said with a smile.
Uto and I also danced with them as the atmosphere was infectious.