Later, it became less common. Nowadays, many official temples and wealthy families in Fujian take pride in their ancestral collections of tiger skins. It has almost become a status symbol. During festivals, the tiger skins are sometimes brought out for display.
Li Zhiyuan sat down next to him, picked up the pot, lit a fire, and began cooking.
"Oh, Brother Xiao Yuan, that old man at the lighthouse said the divine statue he worships ended up in his daughter who turned into a Deadman."
"Brother Run Sheng and the others should be able to find it. A Deadman can't hide from Brother Run Sheng's nose."
"Yes, at least it will free his daughter." Tan Wenbin paused, "Brother Xiao Yuan, can you tell which pot was used by Meng Meng?"
"There's a mark on her pot here, I had her carve it."
