Master Protects Me Through Perils and Hardships

(Minghui.org) My wife started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996 to improve her health. After practicing, she benefited greatly. Her asthma, headaches, vertigo, and postpartum ailments all disappeared. Her temperament improved as well.

Before practicing Falun Dafa, we argued a lot. After she started practicing, she changed completely. When I scolded her, she didn’t hold it against me and was always pleasant. She repeatedly told me, “This practice is really good. If you read Zhuan Falun, you would know.”

Entering the Practice Amidst Persecution

I picked up Zhuan Falun one day, flipped through it, and happened to see the section on Buddhist Qigong and Buddhism. After I finished reading, I said to my wife, “You should put your heart into practicing. This is a true Fa. I just read this section. Others can write a book about it, but they won’t be able to explain it so clearly.” She replied, “How do you know?” I smiled, but said nothing.

I had always been interested in qigong and various cultivation methods. In the early 90s, I tried a very popular qigong. However, I felt it wasn’t what I was looking for, so I stopped.

On July 20, 1999, then-Chinese Communist Party (CCP) leader Jiang Zemin started the persecution of Falun Dafa. I thought, “How can such a good practice be defamed?” So I officially began practicing Falun Dafa.

Since I started practicing so late, I seized the time to study the Fa intensively. The more I read, the clearer my mind became. I realized this is a true teaching and a once-in-a-millennium chance; I must treasure it. At the time, the lies about Falun Dafa flooded the TV, radio, and newspapers. Every practitioner was harassed at the workplace by police or at home by neighborhood committees. However, I was not on their list, and no one bothered me.

Helping My Wife Escape the Labor Camp

In the second half of 2000, my wife was detained for appealing for Falun Dafa in Beijing and sentenced to three years in a labor camp. She was held in the most evil one, Masanjia Labor Camp. I visited her and said to her before I left, “I will come to bring you home next time!”

I did not know myself why I was so sure that I would bring her home next time. Our children were still young then; my son was not even 10 years old, and my daughter was only 12. It was hard for me to take care of them by myself. I worked during the day and took time after work to study the Fa, do the exercises and other Fa-related activities. In addition, I needed to handle complaints and accusations from friends and family wisely. Although I was busy and tired, I didn’t feel bitter or stressed because I had Master in my heart and still had the freedom to practice.

However, my wife was not so lucky in the labor camp. I asked Master to strengthen my wife’s righteous thoughts, hoping she could leave that evil den. So I sent out strong righteous thoughts whenever I had time, strengthening her and other detained practitioners, hoping they would be released soon.

I received a phone call from Masanjia Labor Camp, informing me that my wife was sick and instructing me to come with money to help her get treatment. I thought to myself that they would continue to persecute her after she recovered. I replied, “I won’t go. She got sick because of your persecution. That is not my problem.”

After a while, another person, claiming to be a captain, called and said, “You better come. You should come with someone. You cannot handle carrying her yourself. You need to take her to seek treatment.” When I heard this, I felt happy inside. I knew that practitioners did not truly have any illness. Wasn’t this a false appearance Master conjured up to get her out? I agreed to go. I immediately got on a bus to Shenyang city.

After traveling for almost 8 hours, I arrived in Shenyang city. Before daybreak, I took a taxi and arrived at Masanjia and waited at the security post. After the guards started their shift, a senior guard took me to a reception room.

A captain entered the room with several guards. She informed me, “She is lying down in the back.” I asked, “Is she in serious condition?” She didn’t answer, but turned to a male guard and asked, “Is he (referring to me) a practitioner?” The guard replied, “No. He does not practice.” Then the captain said to me, “No one in our labor camp has ever been allowed to go home to get medical treatment. How about this: you sign the written guarantee on her behalf.”

I replied firmly, “I won’t sign. In these days, who can really guarantee anything for others? After all, she is in this condition because of your persecution. I don’t want to deal with this.” Hearing this, a senior guard stood up and accused me, “Aren’t you her husband?” I responded, “Yes. But I cannot afford your persecution regardless.” She went silent.

The captain said, “We have spent 400 yuan on her treatment. You should pay us back.” I responded, “That is not my business. She became sick for no reason? She was healthy when she came here.” The captain grew anxious and paced back and forth in the room. She later said, “Okay. You don’t need to sign the guarantee or pay us 400 yuan. Just sign here to confirm you will take her back home. But you need to take her case file back, ask the local police chief to sign it, and return it back to us. Make sure you send it by post. If the file gets lost, we’ll be in big trouble.”

I thought I couldn’t drag this out any longer; otherwise, my wife might not be able to stand it. So I agreed to their request. They seemed relieved and called me a taxi.

My wife was unconscious, so the taxi driver and I carried her into his vehicle. The taxi took us to a bus station and left us there. I said to my wife, “Wake up. We are safe now.” Miraculously, she opened her eyes and stood up. I said to her, “Go to the restroom to change your clothes,” since she was still in the inmate uniform. We bought several eggs to eat and took a bus home.

After arriving home, I opened her case file and saw that the diagnosis from the hospital was “epileptic hypochondria.” A friend who was a doctor told me they wouldn’t make this diagnosis lightly. We all knew that Master helped us.

I asked my wife what was on her mind back then. She replied, “I said to Master, ‘This is not the place I should be. I want to get out, because many people do not know the truth about Dafa, and I want to help them. Master, please help me get out.’ The next day, the symptoms of the illness occurred.”

We were amazed that Master demonstrated his boundless power and saved my wife from the evil den because her unselfish thought aligned with the requirements of the Fa. No words could express our gratitude for our great Master!

Overcoming Difficulties to Spread the Truth

We did not have a truth-clarification material production site in our area at the time, and the demand was high. I asked a friend who owned a copy shop for help. He agreed, but asked a high price for printing. Printing any Dafa-related information was very risky. The police had repeatedly warned them not to print those materials and threatened to check on them at any time.

To help more people learn the truth about Dafa, I was glad to pay a higher price. We printed a lot of truth-clarification materials at his place and distributed them to fellow practitioners. Sometimes, practitioners also pitched in to help with the printing costs.

We contacted a practitioner in another city who could provide the materials. However, he lived more than 500 kilometers (about 310 miles) away. My wife took the initiative to pick up them up. She got up early, took the bus, and traveled for almost 7 hours. Afterward, local practitioners helped her carry the prepared materials onto the bus. She arrived home at 2:00 am, and I picked her up at the bus station.

With the high demand for truth-clarification materials and high risk of transporting large volumes of them, we later established our own truth-clarification production site.

We couldn’t afford a car at first. I carried fellow practitioners on my motorcycle to the countryside to distribute pamphlets and hang banners with information about Falun Dafa. We once got caught in heavy snowfall; my helmet got covered, and I could barely see the road. The motorcycle then stalled while going uphill. We asked for Master’s help and, after several tries, the motorcycle started. We rode very slowly, and it was past midnight when we returned. Although we were exhausted and starving, we were happy in our hearts.

Ours is a mountainous county; it covers a large area with a dense population. The senior practitioners in our area could only cover one nearby town. My motorcycle could carry only 3 people. Fellow practitioners thought we should get a minivan, so 6 or 7 practitioners could go and distribute materials. One practitioner contributed 10,000 yuan. It was a lot of money in those years. Another practitioner and I also pitched in, and we bought a second-hand minivan.

We prepared roughly 800 pamphlets each time we went out. I drove and fellow practitioners distributed them. In several years, we have covered all the towns and villages in our county.

Master Protects Me Through Perils and Hardships

I renovated my home and, to save money, I did as much of the work as I could. When I was using a chainsaw to cut out a door, I sustained a deep, ten-centimeter-long gash on my left wrist. The tendons had been severed, and the bone was exposed. It was truly terrifying. However, not a single drop of blood was shed, nor did I feel any pain.

I was alone at home, but I knew compassionate Master was with me and had borne the suffering. I tried to move my fingers and, luckily, I could still use them. I used one hand to drive and found my wife. I calmly told her I had a cut on my hand. She looked at the wound and was shocked.

Usually very calm, she asked me in a panic, “Should we go to the hospital?” I replied, “No need. You just need to get gauze to wrap it.” She did as I asked. I didn’t take the injury seriously and went about my usual activities at home. Later that evening when I was doing exercises, I noticed yellow fluid oozing from the wound.

The next morning, the splayed wound was closed. I went to work as usual, and no one noticed any difference. Several days later, I shoveled two tons of coal into our coal shed myself. I did not feel any pain. Although it healed, it left a long scar.

When my friends and extended family learned about this incident, they were amazed. Usually, it would cost 20,000 yuan for various examinations and suturing. Faced with these facts, some relatives who had opposed my practicing Falun Dafa before went silent.

Above are some of the more memorable episodes from my path of cultivation. Let us adhere to Master’s teachings, cultivate solidly, and continue on our cultivation paths.