I Was a Taoist Priest in the Tang Dynasty

Seven years to travel, three years to protect. Ten years later, Zhang Ping, for the sake of the peace of Taiqing Temple, dealt with the waves of tower rushers. The tile in his hand is not a tile, but the key to the mansion of a peerless master. Countless people always want to get this tile. Whether he is a person in the world of martial arts or a member of the officialdom. Zhang Ping solved trouble time and time again. The truth is getting closer and closer, and the whereabouts of senior brother are becoming clearer and clearer.