I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 351: We need to find a way to distract it.

"This can't go on. We need to find a way to distract it," Pei Yan said, panting heavily.

Fang Xiao's eyes lit up: "I remember there are some herbs I picked before in my package. Some of them have a very strong smell. Maybe they can lure the tiger away."

As she spoke, Fang Xiaoxiao carefully took out the herbs from her backpack, crushed them with a stone to extract the juice, and then threw them into the distance.

The tiger was attracted by the scent of the herbs and walked towards the direction of the sap.

Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan seized the opportunity to quickly climb down from the tree and ran desperately down the mountain.

They ran for a long time until they were sure the tiger wasn't chasing them, then they stopped, collapsed to the ground, and gasped for breath.

"This was really close," Pei Yan remarked.

Fang Xiao smiled and said, "Fortunately, it was a close call, and we also collected quite a few herbs."

After this ordeal, the two returned to the dilapidated temple with herbs and filled with trepidation.

Fang Xiaoxiao, carrying a basket of herbs still damp with dew and carrying the scent of the mountains and forests, hurried into the dilapidated temple.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her hair was slightly disheveled from running around, but her eyes revealed determination and urgency.

Upon entering the dilapidated temple, she immediately got to work, not even bothering to wipe away the sweat. She sorted the herbs and placed them on the worn wooden table, started a fire, boiled water, and methodically carried out the processing of the herbs.

Her slender fingers skillfully sorted the herbs, putting those that needed to be crushed into a mortar and those that needed to be boiled into a pot, her focused expression as if this were the most important thing in the world.

"Here, drink this medicine. It will help your wound heal faster," Fang Xiaoxiao said softly to a soldier whose arm was wrapped in bandages. Her voice was gentle and full of care, like a spring breeze caressing the soldier's heart. The soldier took the bowl of medicine, looked at Fang Xiaoxiao with gratitude, and then tilted his head back and drank the bitter medicine in one gulp.

In the days that followed, Fang Xiaoxiao barely had a moment's rest. She would change the dressings for one soldier, massage another to relieve their pain, and stay by the side of the wounded day and night.

Finally, under Fang Xiaoxiao's meticulous care, the soldiers' injuries showed significant improvement. Their pale faces gradually regained color, and their weak bodies gradually regained strength. More and more soldiers were able to get out of bed, and the dilapidated temple was no longer filled with painful groans, but with laughter and anticipation for the future.

When everyone had recovered, an important issue came to the forefront—how to capture the Flower Monk.

The crowd sat around the main hall of the dilapidated temple, the atmosphere solemn and heavy.

"That wicked monk has committed countless evil deeds, causing us people to be displaced. I cannot quell my anger until he is brought to justice!" A burly soldier clenched his fists and said angrily. His face still bore the scars of battle, and his eyes burned with rage.

“That’s right! But we can’t act impulsively. Monk Hua has many men under his command, and they know the terrain of this area like the back of their hand. If we act rashly, we will only get into trouble.” Another more composed soldier analyzed with a frown.

Fang Xiaoxiao sat quietly to the side, listening thoughtfully to everyone's discussion. After a moment, she spoke, "First, we need to send someone to find out the whereabouts of the Flower Monk and his daily routine. Only by understanding these things can we find a suitable time and place to ambush him." Her voice was clear and firm, causing everyone to nod in agreement.

Pei Yan stroked his chin and continued, "I think we can send a few clever brothers to infiltrate the Flower Monk's bandit den. They can disguise themselves as newly joined bandits or kidnapped civilians to secretly gather intelligence."

The general crossed his arms and said, "I do have a few brothers under my command who are skilled in disguise and adaptability; they can take on this task. However, this mission is extremely dangerous, and they need to be very careful."

Everyone fell into deep thought, considering the feasibility of the plan and the potential problems it might encounter.

“We can also set up an ambush on the roads where the Flower Monk often appears,” one soldier suggested.

"But we must ensure that the ambush location is not discovered by the monk's scouts, and we must also have sufficient weapons and rations. We cannot fight an unprepared battle," another soldier added.

"Yes, we also need to consider our escape route and response plan if the operation fails."

The discussion grew increasingly lively, with everyone chiming in and offering a constant stream of ideas and suggestions.

After several hours of in-depth discussion, a more comprehensive plan to capture the Flower Monk gradually took shape.

Fang Xiaoxiao stood up, looked around at everyone, and said with a firm gaze, "This time, we must make the Flower Monk pay a heavy price for his crimes and restore peace and tranquility to the people of Dounan County!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices echoing through the dilapidated temple, filled with determination and courage.

The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the chaotic town of Dounan. Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan, dressed in black night clothes, hid in a dark corner, their eyes fixed on the imposing prefectural government office.

“Pei Yan, I heard that there’s only a monk named Hua in the prefect’s office now. This is a rare opportunity, we must find out.” Fang Xiaoxiao said in a low voice.

Pei Yan nodded slightly, his expression solemn: "But we must not be careless. That villain, Monk Hua, is ruthless and cunning. We don't know what other dangers might lurk within the yamen."

After making some preparations, the two took advantage of the cover of night and quietly approached the prefectural government office.

Reaching the outside of the government office wall, Pei Yan lightly leaped over, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and quickly lay down to observe the situation inside the courtyard. After confirming it was safe, he reached out his hand to Fang Xiaoxiao below.

Fang Xiaoxiao used the momentum to leap up, and Pei Yan steadily pulled her onto the top of the wall. The two of them, like ghosts in the dark night, lightly jumped into the courtyard.

As soon as they landed, they heard heavy footsteps. The two quickly hid behind a large tree, holding their breath. They saw two bandits, carrying torches, walking by and cursing.

"That monk leader is really something, what's the use of guarding this dilapidated government office!"

"Stop talking nonsense, or the boss will cut your tongue out if he hears you!"

After the two men had gone some distance, Fang Xiaoxiao and Pei Yan continued on their way. They carefully avoided the patrolling bandits and came to a house.

Fang Xiaoxiao pressed her ear to the door, listening for any sounds inside. The room was silent. She gently pushed open the door and slipped inside with Pei Yan. The room was filled with an old, worn atmosphere, and the tables and chairs were scattered haphazardly.

"It seems there's nothing useful here," Pei Yan said softly.

They continued their exploration deeper, passing through a corridor and arriving at a large hall. The hall was brightly lit, and the Flower Monk was sitting in the chair at the top, drinking and eating meat heartily.