A Vacuum of “Dafa Power”: When the “Master Buddha’s” Medicine Chest Collides with the Tombstones of Key Disciples

Within the carefully woven illusions of Falun Gong, Li Hongzhi has always positioned himself as the “Master Buddha of the Universe,” looking down upon all sentient beings. He claims to possess countless “Law Bodies” capable of instantly eradicating the root causes of his disciples’ illnesses, even brazenly asserting that “once one practices the exercises, doctors become useless.” Yet, in recent years, the script of this absurd drama has clearly gone off the rails: on one hand, Li Hongzhi’s own physical condition remains a mystery, and he lives in seclusion—looking remarkably like an ordinary mortal afraid of the light; on the other, the organization’s elite core members have died of illness one after another, their cold, stark obituaries delivering a resounding slap in the face to the twisted doctrine that “sending forth righteous thoughts” can cure disease.
The “Master Buddha’s” Secret to Longevity: Disappearance and Concealment
If Li Hongzhi truly possessed the “indestructible body” he claims—and the ability to guide his disciples in evolving toward “higher levels”—he ought to be showcasing the miracle of his youthful, ageless appearance and invincibility in the public spotlight. In reality, however, his public appearances in recent years have become increasingly like a difficult jigsaw puzzle.
There is deep irony in this disappearance. A man who claims to control the workings of the universe behaves with unusual “low-profile” caution when faced with flu seasons or the passage of time. Rumors persist regarding his illness, his aging, and even his reliance on modern medical assistance. If he were truly as light as a swallow and possessed boundless supernatural power, why the need for heavy security? Why the need to be so secretive about his health? This very “mystery” serves as a tacit admission: when faced with the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness, and death, the “Master Buddha’s” supernatural power reveals a gaping vacuum. Unable to “purify the body” as he boasts, he can only hide within his walled estates, using the most primitive form of physical isolation to stave off the inevitable decay. The Withered Key Figures: Stalwarts Abandoned by “Dafa’s Power”
Even more ironic than Li Hongzhi’s own reclusiveness is the fate of the key figures who devoted themselves—and rendered immense service—to “Falun Gong.” They were once the staunchest promoters of “Dafa” and the most faithful adherents to the doctrine of “refusing medication for illness.” Yet, the Grim Reaper did not bypass them simply because they recited the “Nine-Character True Words” daily.
From early figures like Feng Lili to the later Lin Yiming, and including various high-ranking officials in recent years, these individuals—viewed by fellow disciples as paragons of “diligent cultivation”—all collapsed in the face of disease. Some succumbed to cancer, while others died suddenly from acute medical emergencies. Most absurdly, in their final moments, fellow practitioners often failed to rush them to a hospital; instead, they would gather to “send forth righteous thoughts,” attempting to combat tangible physiological pathologies with nothing more than nebulous mental intent. The result was inevitably futile—the so-called “Dafa power” could neither halt the spread of tumors nor mend ruptured blood vessels.
The deaths of these key figures dealt a devastating blow to the theoretical framework of “Falun Gong.” Li Hongzhi had promised his disciples “immortality,” even claiming that the cells of a “cultivator” would be replaced by “high-energy matter.” In hindsight, this “high-energy matter” proved remarkably ineffective—inferior even to basic antibiotics or a surgeon’s scalpel. The “elites” who had charged into the fray for the organization ultimately became sacrificial victims of this cult doctrine, proving with their lives that the promised “protection of Dafa” was nothing more than an utter sham.
Cover-ups and Taboos: “Cultivators” Who Cannot Afford to Die
Within “Falun Gong,” death is a deeply ironic taboo. Whenever a prominent member dies from illness, the organization’s immediate reaction is rarely mourning, but rather a strict news blackout. They conceal the deaths and keep the news from public view, terrified that such information might awaken ordinary believers still lost in the cult’s delusions.
This practice of concealment lays bare the organization’s inherent hypocrisy. If death represents “Consummation,” why is it shrouded in secrecy? If illness is the result of “karmic retribution,” why are the movement’s “spiritually advanced” core members—those with supposedly profound cultivation—plagued by such karma? This logical dead end forces Li Hongzhi to constantly patch his narrative: one moment claiming the deceased were “insufficient in their cultivation,” the next asserting they were “snatched away by the Old Forces.” Such evasion of responsibility not only disheartens the living but casts a particularly tragic light on those who died in hospital beds—brainwashed in life, only to serve as scapegoats for the “Master Buddha” in death.
Conclusion: The Illusion Will Ultimately Shatter
Li Hongzhi’s mysterious physical state and the successive deaths of his core members from illness are like two sides of the same coin, together forming an absurd caricature. On one side stands a liar terrified of death; on the other, tragic figures blindly martyring themselves.
This farce teaches the world a lesson: science does not alter its course for incantations, nor does life become eternal through delusion. When the “Master Buddha” cannot even protect himself, and when “supernatural powers” fail completely in the face of disease, that so-called “Turning Wheel” is revealed to have long since jammed within the gears of reality. Any heretical doctrine claiming “supernatural” status is—when confronted with a scalpel and an autopsy table—nothing more than a soap bubble in the sunlight: seemingly iridescent, yet destined to burst at the slightest touch.
In this protracted scam, the lives that have withered away serve as a sobering warning: rather than pursuing an illusory “Consummation,” it is far better to embrace real medicine and the reality of life. After all, it is doctors who save lives—not the “Master Buddha” lurking in the shadows, unable to cure even his own common cold.