Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 11: Close the Door for a Hundred Days, Master Comes

All the birds bloomed and all the flowers blossomed, and Dadaiji returned to his tent.

Nomudale's safe return cheered Subudeyanji and a group of civil and military confidants, and the birth of his son made Nomudale even more ecstatic. He hugged the pink baby and kissed him on the left and right. His beard was prickly, and Su Leteng was so angry that he couldn't help but kick him with his little feet.

"Taiji, you haven't named your child yet," Subude said shyly.

"Well, I, Ikemin'an, am a descendant of Yabu Gammelgan. All of them are upright heroes. Let's call him Battle." After saying this, Nomudale laughed and came up with the name for himself. And Pride picked up the little guy and kept calling him: "Battle".

"Okay! Taiji is a great hero, and the baby will also be a great hero when he grows up. Let's call him Battle. What a good name!" Subude echoed, sincerely thinking that her husband's name was a good one.

"Battle"? Although Su Leteng couldn't understand Mongolian, he heard these three words repeatedly and guessed that he was naming himself. Too tacky! This name will be called eight hundred in future generations if not a thousand. It is called too much and is worthless! He was very dissatisfied, his face turned red, and he tried desperately to shout, "My name is Su Leteng." But the baby's little mouth was weak, and no matter how hard he tried, he could only shout out the three sounds "Su~Le~Teng".

"Sultan?"

Nomudale and Subude screamed in unison. "Suletan", the homophone of Mongolian is "Suletan". This is also a very common Mongolian name. It is not unusual in itself. What is strange is that a baby less than a hundred days old can actually speak, even though it is only A few notes, this is amazing!

"Taiji, listen, our baby can talk, and he wants to be named Suletan," Subbude shouted in surprise.

"It's Su Leteng." Su Leteng heard that the pronunciation was wrong and wanted to correct it, but he had exhausted all his strength in speaking just now and could no longer utter any words.

"Subude, you don't know. Legend has it that when a man named Ikemin'an fished our ancestor Yabu Gammelgan out of the river, our ancestor was also a baby. He could not only talk, but also walk. He can run and has great strength. Although our baby is not as majestic as our ancestors, he can speak and will definitely become a great hero when he grows up!"

Nomudale happily shouted, "Well, Sultan~ Sultan~, since the baby wants to be called this, let's name it Ikmin'an Sultan. Come, please invite someone from the Huite Department." All Noyans come to the big tent to participate in my son's 'Hundred Days Pass'."

"Crossing the Hundred Days Pass" is a Mongolian custom. The Mongolian people will hold a celebration ceremony of "Crossing the Hundred Days Pass" on the 100th day of a newborn baby. This custom has a long history and originated from the distant hunting period.

Families who have given birth to a baby will hold a big feast on this day to entertain relatives and friends. Dadaiji, as the head of a tribe, has a distinguished status. It is very important for his family to have children. The leading figures of the Huite tribe are Ororik, Shuoqi, Namuzhan, Aldar, Shuoqi, and Erke. Taiji and others almost all came. Only his two younger brothers Noyan Ubas and Buyan Burhan were missing.

In order to show solemnity, Nomuda Lai appointed Zalgu Qibatu and Tan as the ceremony officer. This was an efficient man. He not only prepared a sumptuous banquet, but also prepared songs and dances, and invited monks from the temple to pray for the baby.

"Dataiji, it's getting late, do you want to stop waiting for those two people?" Batu and Tan asked respectfully. Nowadays, the internal conflicts within the Yikmin'an clan have long been known to everyone. As Nomudale's confidants, Batu and Tanyina call the Lord's two younger brothers a sign of loyalty.

Nomudale took out a broken arrow from the sleeve of his robe. This arrow almost killed him a few days ago. He couldn't help but sneer, "The Han people have a good saying, a thief has a guilty conscience!"

"Thank you, Buyan Burhan Taiji has arrived." Just as he was about to order the banquet to start, his third brother suddenly arrived.

Nomudale suppressed his displeasure and asked him to enter the account, "Third brother, why are you so late? Don't you want to see your eldest nephew? Where is your second brother, why doesn't he come?"

It was rare for Buyanbuer to see Nomudale questioning him lively, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed. The Condor Shooter said that he shot his eldest brother in the chest. From the sound, he was full of energy and there was no internal injury. Could it be that the shot missed? What a waste! He calmed down and said with a playful smile: "When I heard that my brother gave birth to Lin'er, I thought about preparing some gifts for my eldest nephew. However, my brother knew that I was miserable and had nothing good. I had to catch him. Just a little gadget for my eldest nephew."

After saying that, he clapped his hands and his attendants took out a raptor with sharp eyes, claw tips, white feathers, and brown spots on its back and wings, but it was a sea turtle. This bird is known as the "God of Ten Thousand Eagles". "Khitan Chronicles" records: "The five kingdoms (that is, the five tribes in the Heilongjiang Basin) are connected to the sea to the east and are famous for their eagles." It is extremely difficult to catch and tame, and one with white feathers like this is even more difficult. Commonly seen top quality.

Seeing such a valuable thing, Nomudale became a little angry and asked, "Where is the second brother? Why doesn't he come?"

Buyan Burhan still had a cynical expression, "The second brother was originally going to come, but he accidentally fell off his horse the day before yesterday and broke his leg. He asked me to meet his eldest nephew for him and return it to him. I prepared a string of Dongzhu.”

"Humph!"

Nomudale snorted coldly and thought to himself: If his two younger brothers are here, he can plot to assassinate him, capture them in his name, and annex his tribe. But now that one of them comes and the other stays, it's hard to start. If the third child is captured now, it will inevitably trigger a tribal civil war. The Dulbert people and other greedy tribes are all eyeing him. It seems that now is not the time to punish them.

Since the crime cannot be cured, then we must first contain them. After thinking about this, he rolled up Buyan Burhan's sleeve affectionately and said, "After all, we are still brothers. The third brother is interested. Please follow me to the table. You and I will not come home until we are drunk today."

The maid brought the little "Sultan", and Batu and Tan took the fat and meat and respectfully applied it on the little guy's thumb to express his blessing to the baby.

The monks began to chant sutras, and the maid held the baby in her hands and kowtowed to the parents and elders. Although the little guy was reluctant, his head was forced down and he kowtowed again and again.

A row of young men and women entered the big tent, singing and dancing, and the atmosphere of "passing the Hundred Days Pass" was pushed to a climax. Everyone was eating and drinking happily when suddenly there was a burst of Sanskrit sounds, and a monk with a solemn appearance and a yellow hat and robe entered the big tent singing Buddhist scriptures. The tent was obviously crowded with people, but the great monk was singing to himself, as if there was nothing. It is true that the Buddha's teachings are profound, and the color is empty.

"Oh, it's Master Dongkel Manzhu Xili Hutuktu from Lhasa."

"It's really him. I heard that his Dharma is so profound that the third son of Da Taiji of the Dulbert tribe worships him as Tuoyin."

"Not only Dulbert's tribe, I heard that all the major Taijis have disciples who are monks under his sect."

"Ouch, what is this living Bodhisattva doing here?"

Nomudalei was taken aback and ran to the great monk with a face full of joy, "The master's lotus steps have set foot on the pasture of my Huite tribe. This is the glory of all Huite people!"

"Amitabha, when the auspicious light suddenly appears, there must be sages and sages. The young monk does not come for great auspiciousness, but for sages."

Nomudale's face was naive, "Sage? Master, please tell me who is the sage of my Huite tribe?"

"The young monk was reciting a mantra when he suddenly felt something in his heart and followed the traces. This sage must be Lin'er of Dadai Ji."

"Ah! The sage is my son? You mean this boy?" Nomudalei picked up his son and handed it to the great monk.

"The heaven is full, the earth is round, the accumulated karma is eliminated, and wisdom arises on its own. This is really the sign of a sage!" Dongkel Manzhu Xili Hutuktu looked at the little guy's appearance for a while, and then asked: "Can you Have you ever chosen a good name?"

"Master, this baby's name is Suletan, Ikmingan Suletan." Nomudalei's voice trembled with excitement. In this era, religious belief was of great importance, and his son was called the master of the Gelug sect. To be a "sage" is quite a feat! It is of great benefit not only to my son, but to the entire family!
"Sultan?"

The great monk paused for a while and then said, "The name Suletan contains the meaning of wisdom. It is such a good name!" After saying that, he put his hand on the baby's head, muttered some words, and prayed for the baby.

"Oh, Master, you have come all the way to participate in my son's 'Hundred Days Pass'. This is the honor of the entire Huite Department! Please come and take a seat and have some food," Nomudalei enthusiastically persuaded the guests.

"Amitabha, there is no need to bother. The young monk came here just to pray for the sages. I have finished reciting the sutra and should leave." At this point, the great monk saluted and left. His yellow hat, yellow robe and yellow skin quickly disappeared in the long wind. In the yellow sand.

got windy! The news that the little baby born a hundred days old in the Jinomudalay family of the Huite Department was called a sage by Master Dongkeer Manzhu Xili and Hutuktu spread with the wind, and everyone expressed their gratitude with enthusiasm. He looked at the baby who was just a hundred days old with awe.

After finishing the 100-day banquet, Subudeyanji was so excited that he couldn't sleep with his arms around Nomudale's neck.

"Taiji, I didn't expect that our Suletan turned out to be a sage, and even attracted Master Dongkor Manzhu Xili and Hutuktu to visit us."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either."

"Taiji, the master's status is so noble, why does he come to our house?"

"Maybe it's a coincidence."

"coincide?"

Subude looked at Nomudale with his big watery eyes, "Is it really a coincidence? But this is too coincidental, as if someone deliberately arranged it."

"Hahaha!"

Nomudale laughed loudly and said, "You are right, it was indeed arranged deliberately. In order to please this great monk, I donated two hundred horses and one thousand sheep."

"But Taiji, why did you go to such trouble to do this?"

"You don't understand. This move is called building momentum. I am building momentum for my son's future. With the name of a sage, who will dare to underestimate our son in the future?" Nomudale smiled wisely.

(End of this chapter)