(Clearwisdom.net) In the spring of 2002 I had been illegally imprisoned under the watch of the Third Squadron of the Sixth Division in Chaoyanggou Forced Labor Camp, Changchun City, Jilin Province. I refused to wear the camp's name tag. The division's guards tried to convince me several times, but I wouldn't yield. They became angry.

One day, shortly after 8 a.m., I was asked to go to my division's office. On the desk lay a foot-long electronic baton and a pair of handcuffs. Another long electronic baton was leaning against the wall, charging. I thought to myself, “It looks like they're going to use these batons to torture me.” I asked Teacher to strengthen me and kept reciting the Fa-rectification formulas in my heart.

Five guards escorted me into a small room. Division Head Wang Tiecheng blocked the door to prevent any attempt of escape. Two guards came towards me. Li Dong and Cui tried to force my hands behind my back so they could cuff them. But I resisted as hard as I could, and they hardly managed to budge them. After a long struggle, they managed to get control of one of my hands. Then they beat me, kicked me, and pulled my hair. After more than an hour though, they still couldn't cuff my hands. But I had exhausted them, so they took a break. Li Zhongbo and another guard took over. They continued beating me. I felt the heat on my face as it swelled, but I didn't feel pain. Nor did I feel pain when they kicked my legs and body.

When the guards had worn themselves out from beating me, they realized they still had the electronic baton. One guard applied the baton on my neck, but there was no electricity. They tried a couple of times, but it wouldn't work. The one guard tried zapping the air, and it emitted blue electricity like one would expect. But it wouldn't work when they used it on me. All of a sudden, one of the guards jerked, shocked from the baton. His hand went limp and the baton fell to the ground. He picked it up again, and received another shock from the baton, dropping it a second time. This happened several times; every time he tried to pick it up, he would get a shock. Finally, the guard stopped trying to pick it up with his hands. He wouldn't dare pick up the baton. He tried kicking the baton, and finally there was no shock so he picked it up again.

In the afternoon, they tried to get another guard, Wang Tao, to persecute me. He had previously been involved in the persecution of other practitioners. I shouted the Fa-rectification formula as loud as I could, and the entire forced labor camp heard me.

As I was shouting, Deputy Director Li Zhongbo had to lay on his table, with his hands covering his chest. He was apparently suffering extreme pain. When he finally got better, he looked for some tape to cover my mouth. He was clearly afraid that I would continue shouting. The louder I shouted, the more pain he suffered. The guards were frustrated and exhausted. They had become irrational under the evil's control.

Since then, no one in the prison beat me. I think everyone was afraid of having a repeat incident.

This was truly an example of Teacher's protection. Holding steadfast righteous thoughts had made the guards scared. Cultivators are not afraid of anything since they have Teacher and the Fa with them.