(Clearwisdom.net) In the spring of 2001, I was brought to the police substation.
Several hired thugs dragged me there by my hands and forcefully interrogated me. I did not say a single word. I silently recited Master's new articles in my heart. I was in a very dangerous situation; however, my heart was completely quiet and peaceful.
Five to six hours later, the police started to get really mad, cursing and mocking me.
At that time, I did not know about the three things to do well: "Study the Fa, send forth the righteous thoughts, and clarify the truth." I did not have a clear understanding of Dafa practitioners' sacred duty to honor Dafa by clarifying the truth, validating the Fa, and saving sentient beings. I just felt that those people were not rational. I did not want to pay any attention to them. The police chief directed those thugs to push me into a kneeling position. Four to five of them rushed over, intending to push me down.
I thought at that moment, "I am a Dafa disciple. Dafa disciples are upright and aboveboard, dignified and magnificent. As a disciple, I would only kneel down to my Master, out of respect for my Master and the Fa. I would never kneel down to the evil." This thought was really powerful, and energy filled my body. I felt very energetic. No matter how violently those ruffians behaved, they could do nothing.
After a while, a security guard who was holding me tightly cried out loudly, "Ouch, ouch!" It turned out that his long fingernails had broken. My other tormentors were tired and out of breath. Some of them rubbed the back of their hands, while others massaged their own arms. They seemed to have just been struck by something. They looked at each other, full of bewilderment. Suddenly someone struck me from behind, kicking my leg very hard. But I did not feel any pain, just as if there was a breeze blowing under my feet. As a result, I could still stand up and did not fall off or kneel down. I did not cooperate with the evil.
While I was being persecuted, I kept reciting Master's new articles continuously. In my heart, I had the Fa. When I am with the Fa, I will never yield. This is also my understanding from this persecution, a principle that I have enlightened to: No matter when or where you are, a cultivator's mind should not depart from the Fa. When you have the Fa in your heart, you will never yield to the evil.
In this battle between righteousness and evil, the evil got nothing. "The evil will never win over the righteous." They got nothing from interrogating me, nor could they make me kneel down. The police chief waved his hand at the hired thugs and said, "That's it, that's it."
