Dry Pile and Strange Fairy

The old blind man drove the seventh disciple into the earth veins. Mud was poured into the seven orifices, the bones solidified into stone pillars, and the skin was petrified but the eyes could still move. Chen Zhuo watched from the sidelines, expressionlessly counting the number of times his senior brother blinked - from rapid to slow, and finally settled at twelve times per minute. The senior brother's eyes went from angry to pleading, and finally turned empty. "If the foundation is not strong, the earth will shake. He is the foundation." Said the old blind man. Chen Zhuo asked: "Master, will I be the eighth?" The old blind man smiled without saying a word, and earth-colored tears flowed from his blind eyes, falling into beads on the ground.