(Minghui.org) My landlady spoke a sentence to me that changed my life in the spring of 1999. “ I've heard about a pretty good qigong. Let’s go and check it out tomorrow morning!”

She and I went to have a look the next day. 40 to 50 people were doing some exercises outside, and we both joined in.

After I finished the exercises, I asked what they were. The other people there told me that they were the exercises of Falun Gong.

From then on, I did the exercises with everyone in the morning, and studied the Fa and meditated in the evening. I later obtained a copy of the book Zhuan Falun, and my landlady gave me a copy of The Great Way of Spiritual Perfection.

Today, I am 70 years old and a Falun Dafa practitioner who lives in the countryside.

The Beginning of the Persecution

Just as I was immersed in the joy of learning the Fa and feeling like I had a new life, Jiang Zemin and the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started the brutal persecution against Falun Gong. Overnight, practitioners were bombarded with slander and were subjected to tremendous pressure.

After the persecution started, the local practitioners lost contact amongst themselves. I only knew a few of them, and did not know where they lived.

In 2001, I happened to meet an elderly fellow practitioner. She said to me, “Let’s pick things up again!” She was referring to the Dafa exercises. I agreed.

I went to her home and practiced. We dared not play the exercise tapes because the window of her house faced the road, so we had to time ourselves and practice silently. From then on, I studied Zhuan Falun at home while doing the exercises without the music. Things continued like this for many years.

I've now learned that many of my movements were not accurate. Fellow practitioners corrected me later on.

One day, when I was selling things in the market, a fellow practitioner spoke with me about Falun Gong when she was buying goods.

I grabbed her and said, “I also practice Falun Gong.”

We hugged each other, as if we were long-lost family members. I was no longer alone and helpless. Master compassionately sent a fellow practitioner to me when I could see no hope.

Getting Serious About Cultivation

From then on, I had Master’s new articles, Dafa posters, the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party, and Dafa pamphlets. I put up posters and distributed flyers at noon when people took naps. In the afternoon, I sold goods at the market to make my living.

Later on, I met two fellow practitioners. One of them hadn’t gone to school and had only attended a literacy class for a few days, but she could now read the entirety of Zhuan Falun. Both were steadfast practitioners.

A few years after that, my child grew up, got a job, and bought us a second-hand condo in another city. We moved in and I found a job as a cleaner. I got all the cleaners who worked with me to quit the CCP and its affiliates.

In those few years, I didn’t really know how to cultivate. I often fought with my husband. I forgot that I was a cultivator and that my husband was helping me improve my character.

Master said:

“As a cultivatorOne always looks for one's own faults'Tis the Way to get rid of attachments most effectivelyThere’s no way to skip ordeals, big or small[During a conflict, if you can remember:]‘He’s right,And I’m wrong,’What’s to dispute?”(“Who’s Right, Who’s Wrong,” Hong Yin III)

I regretted things every time we fought. At home, I sometimes asked my family to act like cultivators. But my husband was not a cultivator, so what he did was helping me improve my character instead.

Master told us:

“You should be in keeping with ordinary people to the greatest extent while you cultivate.” (Teaching the Fa at the Western U.S. Fa Conference)

I ignored many of my small problems and did not really cultivate myself. As a matter of fact, my entire family was helping me cultivate all along. But my enlightenment quality was poor, and I had not cultivated solidly.

I saw the problem, calmed down, and studied the Fa. I realized that all these ordeals were not “stumbling stones” to make me fall. Rather, they were “stepping stones.” They were helping me build a ladder so that I could ascend.

I usually rode my electric tricycle to a fellow practitioner’s home 30 miles away to retrieve Dafa materials, and distributed them to fellow practitioners in my spare time. This practitioner and I went out to tell people the facts about Falun Gong together.

I asked Master to help me find fellow practitioners in this new environment. A few days later, a woman spoke about Falun Gong to me. I said, “We are fellow practitioners.” She was happy and told me that she had a Fa-study group.

I was very grateful to Master to find the group, which was close to my home. In this group environment, I became more diligent. I studied the Fa in the morning and went out to tell people the facts about Falun Gong in the afternoon. I talked to more people and grew less nervous.

I was there for three years, and got more than 6,000 people to quit the CCP and its affiliates during that time.

Saving people is cultivating oneself. You could come across anything when going out to clarify the truth. Some people thank you, some curse at you, and some take photos. Some people told me I was too old to go out. Some said that I must have been too bored at home. I didn’t take any of this too seriously. I just believed in Master and the Fa. Master told me to do the three things well, so I had to do them well.

Overcoming Tribulations with Righteous Thoughts

I was riding my electric tricycle one day in 2018, on my way to see my uncle, as it was his birthday. A big car hit me as I approached the entrance to his village.

Everyone in my family rushed out. They pulled me off of the car and set me on the ground. I shouted in my heart,“Master, help me! Master, help me!”

The pain in my back was unbearable. I told the driver, “Don’t worry. I don’t want you to pay.”

The police soon came, along with an ambulance. Many people surrounded me and urged me to go to the hospital. My family beseeched me to just have an X-ray taken.

I thought to myself, “I will only have the X-ray. I will not stay in the hospital.”

The X-ray showed that my back was broken in two places. The doctor wanted me to stay in the hospital, but I refused. The nurse wanted to give me an injection; I told her I was allergic to it. They wanted to give me medicine; I said I would vomit.

One of my family members said, “How can you not be hospitalized, given your condition?”

“The hospitalization costs 20,000 yuan, and the driver that hit you can pay for it,” said my brother.

“But 20,000 yuan is big money for him too,” I replied.

I knew in my heart that the X-ray was just an illusion. My refusal to be hospitalized upset my family.

“If she does not want to stay in the hospital, just leave her alone and let her go home by herself,” said my sister.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be hospitalized and I won’t make you pay,” I said to the driver who hit me.

Just like that, I got my son-in-law to give me a ride home.

“Mom, given your situation, why are you still refusing to stay in the hospital?” he asked.

“It’s okay,” I told him. “You will soon see that I can go upstairs by myself.”

I lived on the third floor. I went all the way up by myself without help, as though nothing had happened. I knew that Master had protected me. Thank you, Master, for saving me.

At night, it didn’t hurt when I pressed down on the wound when I lied down. That entire experience was so surreal and magical. But the bones of my entire back collapsed into pain in all directions when I got up. Fortunately, it didn’t hurt to stand, send righteous thoughts, or do the first four exercises.

The next morning, I called a fellow practitioner and said, “Please come, I had a car accident.”

The real purpose of my call was to ask her to come and get the list of people who had signed up to quit the CCP and its affiliates.

The fellow practitioners in the Fa-study group learned about my car accident and collectively sent righteous thoughts for me. They came to visit me at noon after their Fa study. I was touched.

I continued to study the Fa, do the exercises, and listen to Master’s lectures. I went to the Fa-study group the next week, and the fellow practitioners were very happy to see me. Within a month, I went out to all the nearby places to tell people the facts about Dafa. I completely resumed my previous activities two months later.

One day in February of 2020, I went out to distribute flyers and was reported by someone who didn’t know the facts. The police came, arrested me, and took me to the police station. I was not scared but sent righteous thoughts to dismantle the evil behind the officers. They tried to take my photo and asked for my home address, but I refused to cooperate.

In the end, they let me take a bus home on my own.