道人七十年前告知後人的天機終解迷

（老人口述） 我今年八十一歲，這裡講的是我親身經歷的一樁往事。

我娘家住在濟南市南部山區。七十年前我很小的時候，就記著家裡住著一位修行的道人。此人四十開外，與我父親年歲相仿。人很善良，他對同齡的人稱呼總是小一輩，他稱我父母為小爺爺、小奶奶，稱我為小姑姑。

農忙時，他就幫我家中幹些活，閑時就外出行醫、化齋，晚上回來也不點燈，在屋內不知做些什麼事情。經常說一些古怪離奇的話，我們都聽不懂是什麼意思，父親常說他是磨道人（方言，一般指行為古怪）。

在我十二歲那年，記得最深的幾件事情：有一天是晴空萬里，他卻不讓我家人外出，但不說為啥。快到中午的時候天氣大變，即刻狂風四起，飛沙走石，大樹拔起折斷，房子揭蓋，對面伸手不見五指。大約一個小時左右，天才慢慢放亮，出來太陽。道人說：如果正面碰上這風頭，人就會生場大病和扒幾層皮，嚴重的甚至連命也難保。

這一年大旱，入伏的頭三天才下雨，村裡人都趕快搶種，道人卻不讓我們家種，他說：咱家播種用的東西先借別人使用，他們用完後，咱們再用也不遲。原來是三天後，又下了一場更大的雨，種上的也白種了，全讓雨給沖壞了。大雨過後，地里很濕，他卻催著趕快種，再不能耽誤，否則種的莊稼就不好出苗了。

還有一次我家叔叔結婚，道人跟我爺爺商量：家裡大喜的日子，能不能叫我師父也來喝個喜酒？爺爺說：你來家這麼多年了，也未見過你師父，快讓他來吧！

到了結婚的那天，直到客人都走了，家裡人也沒見到他的師父。爺爺問他：你怎麼沒把你的師父請來？他說：早來了，只不過人看不見他。

過了幾年，道人對我父母說：我要走了，我不能在這裡修行了，家裡如果有事需要我幫忙的時候，可點上一根香叫我的名字。家裡人似信非信。

又過了一年，父親背後長了個惡瘡，花了很多錢也治不好，這才想起了道人，想起了他說的話：｢點一根香叫我的名字，我就到……｣但他畢竟是個人，能有這麼靈驗嗎？家裡人也顧不得這麼多了，試試吧。

晚上奶奶拿了一把香在院子里點上後，叫著道人的名字快來。當時是寒冷的冬天，天還沒亮的時候聽見有人敲門，開門後一看是道人，只見他滿頭大汗，棉衣都被汗浸透了。第一句話就問家裡出了什麼大事？母親把父親的病情說了。他看了看父親的惡瘡後說沒事，好治。然後把惡瘡挖掉，上了葯。第二天，父親就能下床了。

吃飯的時候他對我父母說，以後你們再不能給我打信了（就是燒香），我可承擔不起一把香這樣的禮儀。他臨走時父親問他什麼時候再回來看我們？道人說：｢等山上有了樓、井裡水淌到家、燈頭朝了下、山剩半邊、人死後沒人埋的時候，我再回來看你們。那時大變樣，恐怕小叔叔和小姑姑能不能見著面還很難說。｣父母聽完後，臉色都變了，說人死沒人埋，這不是場人間大災難嗎？就沒有解此難的辦法嗎？經父母的多次追問後，道人才說：｢臉上有印看不見，抹去印記度劫難。｣全家都深深記下這些話來，就是難解其中的意思。

七十年後的現在，他說的前四句話都一一實現了，現在山上山下都有樓房，井裡的水也淌到了家（因以前都是到水灣里，井裡去挑水喝），燈頭朝了下是指的電燈，以前都是用的煤油燈，所以燈頭是朝上的。因為我們這裡是山區，但過度開採，沒有完整的，多數是半邊。只有｢人死後沒人埋｣這句還沒應驗。可我也始終沒有解開｢度劫難｣那兩句話，還是迷。我經常給孩子們說這件事，他們都不信，還不讓我說這些話，說到時候人家怎麼辦咱們就怎麼辦。

不久前有一天早上開門時，門縫裡夾著一張單子，我就讓孩子們念給我聽聽上面寫的是什麼。當我聽到｢大紀元｣三個字時，我忽然想起了道人原先常說大紀元是研究天象變化的，他預先就能知道颳風下雨和天災人禍。當念到上面寫著：｢老天要滅共產黨，凡是舉手入過黨、團、少先隊及作惡多端的人，臉上都帶有印記，眼前面臨一場大災大難，要想度過這一場大劫難，可用小名、別名、化名，向大紀元聲明退出即可，就能抹去臉上的『獸』字印記，永保平安。｣

我又想起了道人說｢臉上有印看不見，抹去印記度劫難｣的話來。這一張法輪功真相的單子一下子給我解開了七十多年解不開的｢迷｣，怪不得法輪功的傳單讓大家退黨、團、隊，原來是在救人，讓大家保平安啊！

我們全家明白後，都一一照辦退出了黨、團、隊。我今天也為了救人，才叫孩子們寫出這樁事來。別錯過時機，當災難真的到來，後悔晚矣！不要拿自己的生命開玩笑啊！

七十年前的道士預見了現在的人和事。我已經是八十多歲的老人了，如今也是子孫滿堂。也希望各位父老鄉親們的親朋好友都能平安無事，明白寧可信其有，不可信其無的老話。

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After Seventy Years, A Taoist's Riddle Becomes Clear

By a Falun Dafa practitioner from Jinan City, based on a narration from an elder

(Clearwisdom.net) I am an 81-year-old woman and I'd like to share some personal experience that happened in my past.

My parents lived in the mountainous region south of Ji'nan City. Seventy years ago when I was still a young girl, there was a Taoist cultivator living with us. He was very kind and was my father's age, around 40 years old. Out of respect, he usually addressed others as if they were his elders. For example, he called my parents little grandpa and little grandma, and me little aunt.

He would help us out during busy farming seasons; other times, he wandered around as a doctor. When he came home, he wouldn't light the lamp and we didn't know what he was doing in the dark. He often said some strange words we didn't understand. Father always said he was a strange person.

Several events deeply impressed me when I was twelve years old. It was a fine day with a clear sky, but the Taoist wouldn't let us to go out and didn't want to tell us the reason. At noontime, the weather suddenly changed. Within a short time, there was strong wind and sandstorm. Large trees were uprooted and the roofs of houses were lifted off. It became pitch-dark. After about an hour, light started to reappear. The cultivator told us: "If one faces directly into the wind, they will get sick and layers of their skin will peel off. In the most serious case, people will die."

One year, there was a drought. After it rained for three days, villagers rushed to plant the seedlings, but the cultivator told us to wait. He said, "Let's lend our planting equipment to others. It won't be too late for us to plant ours when they finish planting. Three days later, there was another big rain and washed away everything people had planted. The field became soaking wet after the rain. He then urged us to plant without any delay, telling us that otherwise the crop would not come out well.

When my uncle got married, the cultivator asked my grandfather whether he could invite his teacher to have a drink. Grandfather told him: "You have been with us for so many years and we have never met your teacher. Let's invite him over."

After all the guests had left on the wedding day, we still didn't see his teacher. Grandfather asked him: "Why didn't you invite your teacher?" He answered: "He had come. It is because you can't see him."

A few years later, he said to my parents, "I am leaving now, because I can't cultivate here any more. If there is anything else that needs my help, just burn incense and call my name." Our family all thought this was odd.

A year later, my father had a malignant skin ulcer on his back. We spent a lot of money and still couldn't cure it. We then remembered what the cultivator told us: "Light incense and call my name, then I will come." He was a capable person after all, but could it be believable? Our family had no choice and we tried it.

During that night, grandma lit a bundle of incense and called out the cultivator's name. It was a cold winter and before daybreak, we heard knocks on the door. When we opened the door, the cultivator stood there with perspiration all over. Even his cotton-padded clothes were soaked through with sweat. His first words were asking what had happened. Mother told him about father's illness. After examining the skin ulcer, he said it was nothing serious and it was easy to cure. He carved out the skin ulcer and applied some medicine. Father was able to get up the next day.

During mealtime, he told my parents that they were not to burn the incense next time and that he couldn't shoulder this kind of respect.

Father asked him when he would come back to see us. The cultivator said, "When there are buildings on the mountain, water from the well flowing in the homes, the heads of the lamps facing down, half of the mountain gone, and dead people unburied, then I will return to see you. If such big changes happen, I was afraid that even little uncle and little aunt might not get to see what happens." Upon hearing these, father was scared and said that if dead people don't get buried, isn't it a catastrophe? Is there any way to divert the disaster? After my parents kept asking him, he then said, "People cannot see the beast's mark on their faces. One can only erase the mark to escape the disaster." All of us remember these words, but no one understood what they meant.

Today, after seventy years have passed, his first four sentences have materialized. We now have buildings in the mountain areas; have water connected to homes (people used to go to the stream or well to get water); the electric lamps are facing downward; and our mountains all have been mined so heavily that only half the mountain remains. Only the "dead people don't get buried" hasn't happened. And I still can't understand the meaning of "escaping the disaster." I always tell my children this story, but none of them believe it. They don't even want me to repeat it anymore. They said that we'd do whatever others do.

One morning not too long ago, I opened the door and saw a pamphlet in the door crack. I asked my children to read it to me. When I heard the Epoch Times, I suddenly remembered that the cultivator had told us that something by that name could foretell celestial phenomena. It read, "When Heaven wants to annihilate the Chinese Communist Party (CCP), all the people who had declared to join the party, the Youth League and the Young Pioneers, and those who had done all kinds of evil, have a mark on their faces. To avoid the disaster, one can use a nickname or an alias to declare a withdrawal from the CCP and its associations to eliminate the beast's mark on their faces and be saved."

I then remembered what the cultivator said: "The mark on the face is not visible. One needs to erase the mark to avoid the calamity." This pamphlet solved the mystery which had existed in my mind for seventy some years. It's no wonder that the pamphlet tells people to make a withdrawal from the CCP in order to be saved.

Our whole family understood it and declared to quit the CCP and its organizations. To save people, I thus asked my children to write this story down. Don't miss this opportunity. When the disaster comes, it will be too late to repent.

I am an eighty-some years old elder now and remembered that the cultivator had predicted the current events seventy years ago. I just hope that everyone will not put their lives at risk by not withdrawing from the CCP.