(Minghui.org) Greetings, Master! Greetings, fellow practitioners!
I live in the city, and often take a bus to rural areas to clarify the truth about Falun Dafa. I looked out the window while on the bus in 2011, passing village after village. My heart ached because I didn’t know if there were any Falun Dafa practitioners in these places, or whether truth-clarification materials were being distributed. Some townships had only a few practitioners, and due to the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) persecution, many cultivated half-heartedly, let alone helped save people.
I felt it was my responsibility to do this well. So I stood in front of Master’s portrait when I returned home and said, “Master, before the end of the Fa-rectification, no matter how long it takes, I will definitely distribute truth-clarification materials to every village and every household in every township in this area.”
So, starting in 2011, I began distributing informational materials. I persisted regardless of rain, snow, or freezing temperatures. I used two maps of my city. When the first one became damaged and illegible, I replaced it. Under Master’s protection, I overcame numerous difficulties, interference, and persecution, and I distributed materials in eight towns over eight years (practitioners in one of the towns helped me distribute). I finally reached every village and every household.
This was in 2017. With enlightenment from Master, I realized that since the residents all had the opportunity to read the materials, I should go door-to-door to clarify the truth and help them withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. From 2017 to 2023, I went to homes in various villages and towns to clarify the truth and ask people to withdraw from the CCP organizations. After that, I distributed copies of Minghui Weekly to every village.
I’d like to tell you about some of my experiences.
Spreading the Truth Throughout Eight Townships Over Eight Years
I figured the streets were usually deserted during lunch breaks, so I took the midday bus and entered the village between 11:00 and 11:30 a.m. I carried 200-240 small booklets (A5-sized Minghui Truth-clarification periodicals), and I later switched to larger booklets (A4-sized Minghui Truth-clarification materials), of which I usually brought about 170 booklets. Because they were heavy, and a large bag may have attracted too much attention, I only put 100 in my backpack. I hid the rest in a haystack on the edge of the village. I came back to get them and I usually finished by 1:30 p.m. I wrote down which streets I covered, and the house numbers. This way I ensured no household was missed.
Maintaining RighteousThoughts
While distributing pamphlets in a large village of over 1,000 households, I experienced a false sickness karma – fever, headache, cough, and loss of appetite. I persisted, and continued distributing the pamphlets for eight consecutive days until I finished covering the entire village. When I returned home and lay in bed, I felt weak and I trembled. A fellow practitioner brought an orange, and cut it in half. I was feverish and thirsty, so I ate it. I was grateful for Master’s arrangement and the practitioner’s help. I intensified my Fa study and sent forth righteous thoughts—I refused to acknowledge this arrangement. With Master’s blessing, I recovered in a few days.
Another time, it snowed for several days. As some of the snow melted, the bus service resumed. I boarded the bus to continue distributing materials. At one house, I slipped on the ice and fell. I injured my right arm so badly that I couldn’t move it, so I used my left hand to distribute materials, and my right arm recovered quickly.
I sweat profusely one sweltering summer day. After distributing materials for over two hours, I was parched and my mouth tasted bitter. I wondered what to do. As I walked, I suddenly saw a cucumber patch by the roadside, the trellises laden with cucumbers. I thought, “Great! No one’s watching.” Just as I reached out to pick one, I suddenly remembered that I was a practitioner, and the divine beings in heaven were watching. Wasn’t I stealing cucumbers? I almost made a mistake. I said in my heart, “I’m sorry, Master,” and tears welled up in my eyes. Even though I’m incredibly thirsty, I must maintain my xinxing at this crucial moment.
After distributing the materials, I was so thirsty I could barely walk. I turned back into the village to find water. I saw an old man in front of a house. I went up to him and asked for some water. He was hard of hearing and couldn’t hear me. I then gestured, and he finally understood, bringing me a ladle of water from his house. I looked at the ladle and saw it was incredibly dirty, and the water was full of sediment. I blew on the sediment and drank my fill, feeling much better. I thanked the old man and headed towards the bus station outside the village.
In one village I had just slipped the booklets under a door, and when I turned around a large dog darted out from under the handcart and lunged at me. I screamed, “Master!” Luckily, the dog was chained, but it almost bit me. It grabbed my backpack and refused to let go. I pulled hard, tearing the bag in half, leaving only the bottom. I carefully gathered the booklets that fell on the ground, my heart pounding with fear.
KindnessEliminatesBad Intentions
I was distributing pamphlets to every household in another village, and when I got to the fourth household, I slipped the pamphlet through the door—it was the house of a security guard. He came out holding it, looked at me, and asked, “Did you distribute this?” I said yes, and before I could even explain the truth, he started hitting me repeatedly with the pamphlet, hurling nasty insults. Since there was no one in the alley, I ran towards the main road. He angrily chased after me. Instead of hitting me, he grabbed my bag.
There were over 100 booklets in the bag, so I switched it to my other shoulder. He tried to snatch it, so I turned around to face him and said, “Please don’t take my bag. These booklets are for saving lives. Do you know that these were made with money that Falun Dafa practitioners saved by scrimping and saving? Destroying them isn’t good for you.” As I said this, tears welled up in my eyes. He suddenly turned and walked away.
When I distributed pamphlets in a different village and had only four left, a security guard caught up with me and searched my bag. He said I had to throw the four pamphlets in the trash, otherwise he would report me. As he spoke, he put his phone to his ear. I started telling him about Falun Dafa. He said he’d report me immediately if I kept talking.
I calmly replied, “Do know me?” He said no. I continued, “Our meeting today wasn’t accidental. If you come to the city on business, I’ll invite you into my home for a drink. If you don’t allow me to distribute these four pamphlets I will take them home.”
He said, “Go ahead.” I felt relieved and I left.
A Close Call, But No Real Danger
In one village I hadn’t even distributed half of the brochures I brought with me when a security guard on a motorcycle grabbed my bag and said, “You’re distributing these?” I said yes. He held my bag with his right hand and used his left to dial his cell phone to report me. I said, “Your phone is broken.” He really couldn’t get through. He dragged my bag into a farmer’s yard and told the homeowner to call and report me. The homeowner ignored my warnings and made the call.
I thought to myself that if they closed the gate to the yard, I would be in trouble; I might as well leave with the pamphlets. I let go of the grip, ran out the gate, and headed west, because there were still 70 large pamphlets in the haystack to the west. I also sent forth righteous thoughts for the two people not to move. I ran to the end of the alley and saw that no one was chasing me.
I took the pamphlets from the haystack, and in four or five steps I reached the main road. A person riding an electric bike happened to be passing by. I said, “Could you give me a ride? I’m going to the next village.” He agreed. After we got to the village, I distributed all the pamphlets.
The village was more than 10 kilometers (6 miles) from my home. What could I do (because they had stolen my bag, and the money was in it)? I walked to the roadside, borrowed two yuan from an elderly person there, and took a bus home. Afterwards, I returned to the old person, helped them withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations, returned the two yuan, and gave him a box of apples.
A few days later, I heard that the police had gone to the village where they reported me, but found nothing. I recalled that I was the one who sent forth righteous for them not to move. I was also able to get on the main road. Master arranged for someone to take me away on an electric bike. Thank you, Master!
There’s a relatively large township which was formed by merging two townships. It’s far from the county seat, and the longest bus ride costs nine yuan. There are no Falun Dafa practitioners there. I went into a village to distribute pamphlets, and a security guard chased after me. He grabbed my hand and called his village secretary. The secretary told him to let me go, but he grabbed the pamphlets and took them.
The second time, I went to another village in the same township to distribute pamphlets. After distributing them for a while, I turned around and saw five or six police officers. They took me to the police station. A little while later, the captain of the Domestic Security Brigade arrived with the police.
The captain asked me, “Which villages did you distribute them in?”I replied, “Wherever there was a need.”
He asked, “Wherever there was a need?”I said, “Yes, wherever there are no Falun Dafa practitioners.”
He said, “I know where some practitioners live and where none live.”I said, “Thank you. But some of them do not come out to help people learn the facts.”
He then said, “Falun Dafa is a cult, and the CCP forbids it, but you just won’t listen.”I said, “Starting in elementary school, Chinese people learn from the CCP’s textbooks. Why are there so many criminals, and so much promiscuity, corruption, murder, robbery, prostitution, and soliciting, yet not a single Falun Dafa practitioner was involved in any of these! This shows that Falun Dafa is the only pure land today; it’s obvious that the CCP is the real cult. Every dynasty in China’s history experienced chaos before its demise. Any regime whose laws exceed justice, kindness, and the bottom line of human morality is bound to be vicious. A government that points guns at a group of unarmed old ladies shows that it has reached its end.”
They didn’t say anything else and they let me go home.
The third time was in another village in the same town. I had just finished distributing brochures and was walking out when a car suddenly drove up from the opposite direction and blocked my way. The police officer inside said, “It’s you again.”I replied, “It’s so hot, sorry I disturbed your afternoon nap.” They didn’t get out of the car. One of the officers cursed at me through the car window. The car turned around and drove way.
I walked from the mountains to the plains, and from the plains to the sea. Sometimes, when my body reached its limit, I often thought of what Master said:
“When it’s difficult to endure, you can endure it. When it’s impossible to do, you can do it.” (Lecture Nine, Zhuan Falun).
I also thought of Master’s poem:
“Righteous Thoughts and Righteous Actions
A Great Enlightened One fears no hardshipHaving forged an adamantine willFree of attachment to living or dyingHe walks the path of Fa-rectificationconfident and poised.”(Hong Yin II)
The righteous thoughts that arose from the Fa enabled me to persevere. I deeply understand that without Master’s protection and Dafa’s blessing I would have been unable to do any of this. I am grateful for Master’s compassionate salvation, and I also thank the fellow practitioners at the materials production site for their hard work and support.
Spreading the Truth Face To Face for Six Years
After distributing truth-clarification materials throughout the townships, I wondered what to do next. Just before waking up the following morning I saw Master. I realized he was telling me to clarify the truth face-to-face, because people all read the materials. Going to homes to clarify the truth has one advantage, I can talk to the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled and help them withdraw from the CCP and its affiliated organizations.
I went to people’s homes to clarify the truth for six years, from 2017 to 2023.
TreatingMeLike aGuest
The villagers are simple, kind, and hospitable. When I entered a village household after the New Year, I immediately greeted everyone, “Happy New Year, elder brother and sister!”
I continued, “I’m here to bring you blessings and peace. I don’t want a penny from you, and I won’t drink a drop of your water.” (Later, I wasn’t thirsty even after clarifying the truth all day.) Their tense looks disappeared instantly, replaced by smiles, and one of them said, “Please sit down.”
I started telling them the facts about Falun Dafa’s widespread dissemination, and they all began nodding. I then told them about quitting the CCP organizations to stay safe and the truth about the staged Tiananmen self-immolation incident. Most of them agreed to quit the CCP. Several pressed their hands together in gratitude and saw me to the door.
While people were taking their lunch break, I would sit down and eat the lunch I brought with me, and talk to them. This village was relatively close to the bus station, and the bus left at 4:10 p.m. I kept an eye on my watch and I talked until 4 p.m. In one day, I could persuade dozens of people to renounce their memberships in the CCP organizations, and I explained everything thoroughly. I studied the Fa for one day, and I went out the next day and talked to people. It took me three trips to finish talking to people in this village.
RuralVillagersReadthe Nine Commentaries
I took copies of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party produced by a fellow practitioner, and started distributing them, beginning with the village furthest from the county seat. I didn’t have enough copies to go around.
When I clarified the truth to one man, he said his family were landlords and he hadn’t joined any CCP organizations. His father was persecuted by the CCP. He started crying as he spoke. I said, “Please read the Nine Commentaries, and you’ll understand everything. Then your heart will be at peace.” He took the book with both hands, and wept as he thanked me.
As I walked from the village to the bus stop, a distance of five or six miles, an old man on an electric bike stopped and said, “Falun Dafa practitioners are good people. Let me take you to the bus stop.” This man had already withdrawn from the CCP and its affiliated organizations. When we arrived at the bus stop, I offered him money, but he resolutely refused.
Clarifying the truth, persuading people to renounce their memberships in the CCP, and distributing the Nine Commentaries went smoothly, which may have made me feel complacent. I once saw five or six elderly people sitting at a table drinking tea. One of them asked, “What are you carrying in that bag?”
I said it was the Nine Commentaries. He stood up and said, “I’ll take the whole bag.” He tried to grab it. Realizing he had no good intentions, I ran out of their house. I learned from this experience. Whenever I enter a house, I would first place the Nine Commentaries behind the door and enter empty-handed. If they want it, I hand it to them. Otherwise, I took it with me when I left.
I worked tirelessly, rain or shine, as long as the buses were running. Many people not only withdrew from the CCP and its affiliated organizations and received copies of the Nine Commentaries, they also confided their family troubles to me. I used the wisdom I gained from the Fa to help them resolve their conflicts. When they invited me to meals, I declined, but they treated me like a guest and saw me off at the door.
I walked past one house where three or four people were standing. One of them, around 50 years old, was repairing a tractor, and his hands were covered in oil. After I told them the truth about Falun Dafa and helped them withdraw from the CCP, he ran into the house. His hands were still oily, so using his clothes, he scooped up five or six apples, and gave them to me, saying, “I admire you Falun Dafa practitioners. The CCP suppresses you so much, yet you dare to speak so boldly. If you’re not doing this for money, what are you after?” I replied that I just wanted his family to be safe and peaceful. I thanked him for his kindness and returned the apples.
I visited another village several times before I finished talking with people. Once when I entered a house, an older man was eating, and insisted I eat with him. I showed him the eggs I brought, indicating I had food, and thanked him. The man said, “You’ve been so kind to us. Can I give you a bottle of hot water? It’s so cold; eating the eggs you brought and drinking some hot water will warm you up.” I took the hot water, thanked the man, and went to another house.
Several elderly people in this village are hard of hearing, but luckily I had a hearing aid with me, so they can all hear me. After hearing the truth, they withdrew from the CCP organizations. One of them was as happy as a child. He wanted this hearing aid, so I gave it to him and bought another one after I returned home.
I Was ReportedTwice
Some bad things have also happened.
Once, when I entered a village, the head of the households reported me. He led the security guards to search for me, and they found me. He pointed at me and said, “This is the Falun Dafa practitioner.” A little while later, a police car stopped in front of the village committee office, where many villagers were paying their medical bills. They watched as I was pushed into the police car and taken away. After we arrived at the police station, the police released me.
I saw that I had been arrested at around 9 a.m. and released at 10 a.m. To validate the Fa, I took the bus back and arrived at the village committee gate. Many villagers were there, and they saw me return. I went to find the person who reported me and told him the truth. But he got angry and dragged me to find the security guard. When we got to the security guard’s house, the security guard shouted at him, “Get out of here!”
At another village, located deep in the mountains, I was reported to the authorities. The person who reported me was afraid I would run away, so he grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. I hadn’t finished distributing the materials I was carrying. He grabbed my left arm, but I continued distributing the materials to the farmers’ doors with my right hand. I said, “You don’t understand why I’m doing this. That’s why you reported me. Now you’ve already reported me, and the police haven’t arrived yet. Please let go and let me finish distributing these pamphlets. Otherwise, if the police take these materials, they’ll have committed a sin and will be punished by heaven.”
He said, “Don’t run away.” He watched me finishing distributing the materials.
The police car arrived, and many villagers gathered around. I said, “Don’t be afraid, folks. These police officers are good people. Please remember: Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.’ It will save your life when disaster strikes. I’ll come back tomorrow to your homes to continue clarifying the truth.”
Because I kept talking, the police told me to get in the car. I said, “It seems I don’t need to walk down the mountain [because I will ride in your car],” and got into the police car. After we arrived at the police station, I was released and I returned home in about an hour.
Over the years, I have distributed materials in townships and visited homes to clarify the truth. There are so many more stories, but due to space limitations, I only wrote about a few.
(Selected submission for the 23rd China Fa Conference on Minghui.org)
