Thank Heaven's Grace and the Masters' Virtues! 天恩師德見證
Below are the words of brother Yang:
Chi-Te Temple ~Mr. Yang~ from dead to living again.
扇子搖啊~ 搖的~；又從大門離開。我可以看見祂 ，容光煥發，
factory and wandered around looking everywhere, fanning and
fanning, then left through the front door again. I could see him, all
radiant and smiling, with great complexion. A towering figure, yet
so emaciated and thin. A very fantastic feeling. When writing this
or seeing him, my eyes would unexpectedly moisten. I am
encouragement do I have the courage to write this story.
But I'm afraid that my penmanship is not very good.
take care of his wife and four children. This led to my mother's death from stroke due to overwork and stress
when I was 15 years old (in high school)...That's why I've always harbored hatred and resentment towards my
father, and it is because of this that after I graduated from high school, I would become a hoodlum. I was uncouth,
without skills, and could only live on the fringes of society... When I was very young (can't remember exactly when),
my mother (we are from Nantou) took her four boys to receive Dao and attend a dharma class.... I only remember
that there was good food and fruits, seemingly unlimited offerings, lots of people, a very lively gathering. And we
were also entertained by "divine beings" (channeling through the three talents/mediums). This was my first
encounter with Yi Guan Dao (I Kuan Tao), but I was too young to remember everything...
like a hoodlum, wanted me to get a decent job. At the time I was very interested in cars. So I thought maybe I could
sell cars. Not long before I bought myself a new car (model 306), after comparing various brands and models.
Although I didn't buy the car from him at the time, I remember having a good impression of him. I felt that we
could be friends. So I called him and asked if I could sell cars. Of course, he welcomed me. This is how we
became coworkers. He always looked after me. I was an uncouth hoodlum, didn't know how to do anything,
and had difficulty communicating with people. But he earnestly taught me how to sell cars, taught me the
skills of the job. He tirelessly told me how to make a sales pitch. Furthermore, when he was on duty, he
would give me the opportunity to make the sale. Making the sale is the best chance to make money. Only
when people come to see the cars do can we complete a sale. During that time, Mr. Chien would always
invite me to eat out. But I wasn't too willing, because he was a vegetarian. I thought, nature has provided
such great things to eat, only someone who's head isn't screwed on right would be a vegetarian! So I had
a bit of a negative reaction. Moreover, I knew that Mr. Chien was a devoted Dao kin, firm in his belief. He
was not shy about asking his coworkers to go with him to the temple to receive Dao.
with him to the temple and attended a dharma class (this is the second time). Afterward, because I was still
a hoodlum at heart, it wasn't long before I stopped working at the car dealership. I returned to my old habits
and lifestyle of hanging out with the hoods. Dealing with the ups and downs, the good and bad of life.
at times and bad at times. In 2007 I was living aimlessly, with my wife and one year old baby boy by my side. I
had to think of a way to improve our lot. So I thought of moving to Taipei to live with my unconscionable father.
At least I wouldn't have to pay rent, have a temporary place to stay. I would make a fresh start after getting a job.
When I arrived in Taipei, I never called my father "dad" or "father"--I would only address him with "hey."
at home. There were many scriptures placed on the table at home, and I would sometimes pick one up to read.
Seeing the word "grace" I knew these were Yi Guan Dao books. I would also observe my father: every day after
work he came home and took a shower, dressed up and left again. Actually, we never really had a conversation.
I hated him. He clearly knew this. He really wanted to talk with me, but I would just ignore him.
He said: I go to the temple to listen to the new members' class, and I help out at the temple.
I said: Oh, Yi Guan Dao.
He said: Yes.
I asked him: Are you still gambling? If you're still gambling, what use is it to receive Dao, to cultivate Dao?
You still don't know/understand.
He said: Since attending these classes I had stopped gambling. I've seen clearly the true principles,
wholeheartedly repented in front of Holy Teacher (Ji-Gong Buddha). Afterward, my father and I still did not
make conversation. He went about his business and I went about mine. But I was watching him, thinking
could this Yi Guan Dao be so great that it would be able to transform a 60 year old man from his long
uncaring ways to the way he is now? And becoming a vegetarian on top of that? If so then this "Dao"
must be the real deal!
I wanted to find out if my father really went to the temple. As he always does, he came home and took
a shower, prepared to leave. I said: Let me go with you to check out this Yi Guan Dao. He was elated
and took me to Yin-Te Temple. When we got to the temple, I saw someone sitting there looking over
some materials, and I recognized him, saying loudly: "Mr. Chien, how come you're here in Taipei?"
Brother Chien stared at me and said: You look familiar.
"It's me! Ah Ch'üan. Do you remember? I didn't buy the car from you, later I was working with you selling cars.
Now do you remember?"
Brother Chien said: "Ah, now I remember."
My father said: "You two know each other!" then saying to me: "This is our class lecturer, Mr Chien..." as
he pointed at him.
So like this, after returning home I was thinking: There really are divine beings? This Dao must be the real
deal! What great force can transform such a person (my father) to be kindhearted and vigorously involved
in the Dao. After twenty years, my introducer (brother Chien) would be the first person I would meet at the
temple just as I was thinking about reacquainting myself with Yi Guan Dao again. This kind of coincidence
is something that only Holy Teacher can arrange. Then I started to believe that the Dao is true.
it was with her help that my father would walk the path of cultivation to become a more complete father),
took my wife and child to a family temple to receive Dao. When I have time off, I would sometimes go to
for him. I was unable to call him "dad" or "father." In April 2008, because I had to work, my wife was always
taking care of the child by herself. So she would think of her home in Chongqing and would constantly remind
me. I knew this wasn't working, making only NT$40,000 (about $1300) a month with three mouths to feed. I
wasn't able to save much if anything. After moving to Taipei for over year, I only saved about NT$20,000 or so.
One day I went to Chi-Te Temple and prayed to Holy Teacher to give me a way out of my predicament. Not a
few days later, I bought airline tickets for my wife and son to go to Chongqing and told them: Why don't you go
back for a while, and I will think of a way to make a decent living for us. I also quit my job just as a coworker
(Mr. K'un) also quit his job. So we both pondered what kind of business we should start. He said an old lady
once told him that her sister's son was selling window and door curtains and other ornaments. She said it was
good business, that we should consider it. We would buy the imported merchandise from him. So we went to
see boss Huang. We checked out the goods and discussed business. After returning home, I told Mr. K'un my
idea of selling the merchandise in China. Mr. K'un was in his forties and had to take care of his mother, so he
couldn't agree to this. So I said I would run the business in China. I calculated how much capital I had, it was
only about NT$20,000. After thinking about it overnight, I took my meager savings and went to see boss Huang
to tell him of my plan.
Chongqing. I will go there and set up an online store to sell the goods. You don't have to worry about me,
just give me the merchandise. If the business fails, I'll return to Taipei and work off my debt to you. Lend me
NT$300,000 of merchandise. If I make NT$30,000 a month I'll pay you back NT$20,000." I couldn't guarantee
the amount, as this was only our second meeting in two days.
nothing. All I did was ask Holy Teacher to give me a way, a way of proper business, to let me transform my
family's life, to walk a path of life that I can be proud of. So the road to a new start on life was neatly arranged
and appeared before me. It just required my diligence in walking down this road. If this is not because of Holy
Teacher's help, could it have been ordinary person's mind or trick or fate that created this plan?
specializing in selling Taiwan-made door curtains and ornaments. On August 20, because I was low on capital
and didn't plan things all that well, after discussions with my wife, I returned to Taipei, found a job at a factory
that made marinades. I worked from 3:30am until 4:30pm making NT$1500 (about $50) a day, using NT$1000
of that to pay back boss Huang, and keeping NT$500 for myself. When I got home I would perform customer
service work from my computer (5pm-9pm), so that my wife who has been looking after the online store all day
can take care of other household matters. When I had time I would go with my father to Chi-Te Temple. I still
would not address him as my father, until one day I went out drinking with friends and came home totally drunk.
That night I had an argument with my father, letting out thirty-plus years of pent-up feelings and anger, including
my mother's death, my brothers' suffering, etc.... But I really don't remember much from that night, only
remembering that we had a dialogue and argument until we both were weeping. I still had to ask him what
actually happened that night.
and he poured me a cup of water. I suddenly called him "dad." He was completely stunned and speechless!
He must have been thinking: Did I just hear what he said? What kind of person has such great ability or
tolerance to so easily dissolve thirty-plus years of resentment? It must be none other than Holy Teacher who
helped make my family whole again.
class, to help out, and also to listen to the classes again. Before leaving, I told Holy Teacher that I opened an
online store in Chongqing, and asked if he could help me. If my business could pick up, I want to set up a
temple in Taiwan and learn to cultivate and propagate Dao.
online stores on TaoBao, it was hard to imagine that my business would start booming. The best day had
5700RMB (about $800) of revenue. This was my year (year of the ox). Everything was going so smoothly.
On January 20, 2010, I went with my wife's uncle to Chongqing's bustling market for drinks, and we drank
until the market closed at 10pm. As I went to the parking lot, two young men wielding knives approached
and said: this is a stickup!
Due to the drinking and my past as a hoodlum, I wasn't afraid of them (there were only two of them) and told
them to get lost. I stubbornly tried to walk past them. Suddenly my hands were pulled behind my back. I'm
thinking: uh oh, could there be more than two of them? The men in front came at me and one stabbed me
in my right thigh. I don't remember anything after that. Afterward, the doctor said my right thigh major artery
and vein had been severed. Below was a 13cm wound that damaged a nerve. The artery in my left knee
was also severed. Two arteries and one vein were cut, and on top of that having drunk a lot of alcohol,
a person would lose a lot of blood within a minute and go into shock and be close to death. This was in the
parking lot, and the entire event was recorded by surveillance cameras. The faces of the five assailants
could be made out clearly.
in a pool of blood, then four people moving my body to behind a car's right rear wheel. The five assailants
then left. I couldn't hear the bustling sounds of the city, but it was like watching television, I could still see
everything, from midair looking down at everything. It must have been my "soul." Suddenly I felt my "soul"
using the "three treasures" praying to Heaven. It was an automatic response by my unconscious mind. It
was very peaceful, I couldn't hear anything. My "soul" continued to use the "three treasures."
After he made a call on his cellphone, he came over and looked at the body. Not long after, I saw an
ambulance and police cars arrive. They put my body on a stretcher and put me in the ambulance. I still
couldn't hear anything, but I could see everything. (From the surveillance recording: it was 1 hour and
27 minutes after being assaulted and left for dead that I was taken to the hospital.)
After being taken to the hospital, the policeman found a blood soaked cellphone in the right pocket
of my jeans. The cellphone was apparently still in working condition. He called my wife. At first she
thought someone was trying to blackmail her. Then she thought it couldn't be as why would they use
my cellphone to call her? She then called back asking for the hospital and the hospital's number. After
confirming with the hospital that I was here, she got here as quickly as possible. When she got here
she saw my clothing had all been cut off. I was covered with a white sheet. The hospital staff told her:
because my arteries and vein had been severed, lost too much blood, my body was "dead" (in shock)
for over an hour. My wife pleaded with the nurse to see if I could be saved. The hospital staff said: you
must pay 50,000RMB right away for the surgery, but considering that he's been in this state of shock
for so long, it's possible that we can't save him. Or because due to the lack of oxygen for so long, if we
do save him he may be in a vegetative state. My wife was then asked to make the decision on whether
or not to revive me. My wife started calling everyone to send money over. This dragged on for another
hour or so.
in shock (no breathing, no heartbeat, massive blood loss). My "soul" started to see again. I saw myself
lying on the hospital bed, the doctor inserted tubes into my chest (after being stabbed by the assailants, I
was beaten while lying on the ground causing blood to fill my lungs) to let the blood and Qi flow out. I still
couldn't hear anything, but I could still clearly see everything happening from midair. I didn't have any sense
of time. I could see the heart monitor indicating a heartbeat. The doctor left. The nurse was cleaning my
body. Some time later another person was brought in for emergency treatment, also without clothes. It was
an attractive young girl, I glanced at her a few times! The doctors and nurses were very busy. Afterward, I
noticed that her heart monitor showed a flatline. The doctor tried to shock her heart into beating again, but
still no pulse. The doctor left, giving up on her.
and horse-face demon (guardians of the underworld) came out! It was very big. It walked over to the girl's
feet, its right hand reached inside the body. Then I saw a human shaped "soul" emerge from her body
vertically. The demon's right hand threw a chain around the girl's hands, binding them. Then I thought of
myself, I tried to call out to them (but I couldn't hear anything), am I dead or what?
otherwise ignored me. Then the demon took the girl and disappeared into the black hole. This scene played
out repeatedly: a person is brought in to the ICU, dies, a black hole appears, ox-head and horse-face demon
takes them away. I couldn't hear any sounds, and I couldn't move. But I could see everything happening in
the room. After seeing a second person die and black hole appearing, I quickly called out to the ox-head and
horse-face demon that appeared and asked the same question: Am I dead or what? It looked at me and
ignored me again. After it did its job and left, I suddenly knew I couldn't die, that they had no jurisdiction
and horse-face demon came seven times. Sometimes I couldn't see. I could see my wife come in and
walk up to my body and seemingly talking to it. I could see that she was grieving and crying. I wanted to
wipe away her tears, but my soul and body wouldn't move. I felt very bad, letting a pregnant wife carrying
the burden of this unfortunate incident. My soul wanted to tell her: I cannot die, don't worry. But there was
no way I could make myself heard. I could only watch her grieve and cry. I saw my four year old boy, who
was puzzled as to why his father was lying on the bed. My so