[Outside of his estate, Kunan would have a small piece of trunk and an ax. He scraped off the bark, crushing it into a powder. He goes inside his home, putting a white powder in an intricate incense burner, smoothing it and brushing off the rim. He uses the powder from the bark to make a small design and burns it with a flint and steel, putting a lid on top of the burner and wishing good fortune for you, his Peiban. He’s always praying for you because you know…misery loves company.]